Emmett came over today and helped me with all the tasks that required someone to be on a ladder or two people to carry stuff to the attic.

I took him to lunch and we stopped at a small dogpark, and we talked about life and death, and Jacqueline. And as we talked we watched a hummingbird hovering over the bushes nearby.

and we talked about life and death, and Jacqueline.

I miss her so much. Of course it's nothing like the way you and Matilda and Emmett miss her, but it's a ragged hole in my heart.

I never know what things will make me think of her. Sometimes it's expected and sometimes a Jacqueline will show up in a phonebank and then it's like "She'll never vote Fruitpunch again," Tep, I sent you a message picking your medical brain.(Long, strange trip with my gut after a slow thyroid shut it down last year...would rather get punched, repeatedly, I swear.) But nothing too complicated for you.

erika, maybe resend your message? I don't have anything from you in my inbox. (Also, I'm headed out the door to the grocery store, so I won't be around to reply for a while.)

Tep, yeah, must have used your old info. I've resent a trimmed-down version. Could really use some gut sanity. also, it just freaked out again, and I'm not sure what to eat today(It's been since the small hours, but...)