Thanks for being. Single-handedly, I have fought my way into this hopeless mess. I'm looking for the perfect pillow - I think it's somewhere near yours. I'm sorry for not communicating, but sometimes it's very hard to write on a moving planet. I may not be totally perfect, but parts of me are excellent.
Any day is a good day to have a mother.
I waited and waited, and when no message came, I knew it must be from you. I feel much better, now that I've given up hope. I, for one, am longing to feel your hot breath on my neck. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first, and, whatever you hit, call it the target. Please don't tell me to relax - it's only my tension that's holding me together.