...since daddy died, and still not a day goes by that I don't think of him and miss him. Sometimes it doesn't seem real, and part of that might be because I moved away not long after he passed, but it might be a bit of denial on my part as well.
I know I haven't kept in touch very well; I haven't had a lot of time to blog or email, or do much of anything but work. I guess that is what I do when I don't know what else to do...I work.
Most weeks I put in 55-60 hours, some a little more, a few a little less. I walk quite a bit, dote on my cat and of course enjoy the company of my friends and loved ones here in Idaho.
I still have my Montana phone number, but I did finally step up and get a local plate for my car (at the urging of a policeman who stopped me to tell me I was traveling a wee bit too fast).
I guess now I can truly say...