Another anniversary

Two years ago, at about 1:30pm Pacific, Jeanne died.

I feel fuzzy, like my brain is wrapped in cotton. I am flying to London this afternoon, so I guess I'll be able to sleep though much of today.

Thanks for the comments many of you have sent me. Bob, for the poem/thoughts. JM, for the kind email. SL, as always.

I still miss you, Jeanne. I hope you are painting, and playing with happy dogs, and sitting in the sun somewhere.