"I'm dying," I say to Katie as I'm trying to write this and all the stuff that I did today that was very interesting to me at the time (putting together shelves, helping Katie apply to holiday markets, cooking for us, feeding and walking the dog, watching the Tony's) seems dull and entirely unworthy of writing, even though that's the point of all this.
"Do you want me to help?" she replies, leaning in super close and putting her nose right next to my cheek.
One year ago: Encouragement
Two years ago: A Vision of the Future