No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.

Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

But I bring it up to let you know that this is the way I feel right now. Like Pluto and Jupiter are aligned with the earth and I'm floating.