Dear T,

I finish my nights tomorrow and I am pleased about that. I have another craft fair on Saturday. Didn't hear back from my friend about Sunday, but never mind, I will just go on my own instead. It would have been nice but I understand. Why would she want to spend the day with me, after all.

Missing you and hoping that you are having a great time. I think I might have my work cut out to get this picture finished in time for you coming home but I will do my best, and I think you will like it when it is done.

I opened the envelope today and looked at the card you gave me. I didn't read what was inside, but I did peek to see that you had written something and I was grateful to see that you had written on both sides of it. Thank you. I will read it tomorrow, at the halfway point, after everything is done for the day and the house is clean and tidy. I will sit with a glass of wine, cuddling the Bear that you lent me and read the words that you have kindly and, I am sure, considerately, written for me.

You do care about me, don't you. I love you.