I was having coffee this morning and suddenly you popped into my head, like we were sitting in your office together. I pictured saying, "Am I ever going to feel normal again? I feel like my pilot light has gone out and the lighter is just going click, click, click." And in my imagination you said, "What is normal?" and "Nothing is normal right now," and also in my imagination I vividly pictured going back up the stairs and climbing into bed and pulling the covers over my head.

Then I put my coffee cup in the dishwasher and went to my desk. Bleah. I'm tired.

Don't say that. I can tell my own darn self those things. Tell me it's all going to be all right.