ZOMG

I had a package on my doorstep. I noted that it was from someone I haven't seen in ages, and couldn't imagine what it contained, although I adore her and knew it would be something I'd like. I opened it... and it was a book I'd loaned her a million years ago - an awesome book I think about at least once a month, called "The Road to En-Dor." I literally gasped to see it.

Her enclosed card said many things including, "I think of you often - and not only when you get your picture in the paper! Our friendship was a great pleasure to me, your talent and bravery an inspiration." I don't know about bravery - I'm foolhardy and can bear any amount of suffering and would cheerfully gallop into battle against a huge foe, but that's not bravery to me. And what's this "was"? I'd've said "is." Must force her to visit if I ever get heat.