Jen slept with me last night. She came home late and I was zonked. [Redacted] slept in Jen’s bed and Jen in mine. When we woke up this morning, we were pretty silly. Shia Khan was on the bed. Then we got up and had breakfast & Jen and [redacted] left to wander around time. We met at Farah’s for lunch and, around, three o’clock, they headed for Tampa.

I’m so grateful she came. I love every minute with Jen. [Redacted] and I actually had a couple of short conversations. I wish I could feel that [redacted] likes me, but it’s been years, maybe 7 or 8, and I don’t see her ever changing her mind. I think Jen may feel bad about it, but I can’t think of anything to do to change it.

It’s raining now. I need to finish 3 sites this weekend (for traffic logic, David’s company). Jen said she’s call when they get to Tampa.

God, how I love her. I already miss her terribly. But it was so great to see her and hug her.
Kathleen A. Gagne