February 3, 2004
Yesterday was not such a good day. You wrecked your truck... thank God you weren't hurt. I would have gone nuts if you had, with me eight hundred miles away. It makes me feel useless, being way the fuck over here while you are way the fuck over there, and need me. It's the separation that is worst... but I have faith that we can get by that. That we can get through all of it. I can't explain how I know, but I just do know. One can't rationalize gut feelings, faith, instincts- but I sure wish I could.