Morning T,

I debated about writing to you this morning.  Soon I’ll be moving  out to help Leora finally get her license and I cant be late.  She’s using my car for her driver’s test because she needs an emergency brake located on the console to protect the tester and if you remember, I have exactly what she needs and I’m taking a leap of faith. So we will have an adventure today, but I’m making the time to share yesterday with you.

It was a full day.  Dana was here early to clean up the place and hang with me.  I worked on my HF study, reading and remembering 4 years of projects, collaborating with Andrea and a great group of teachers.

I spent time preping for my guitar lesson and success!  I moved through one of my favorite piece with Jon, Tango... it’s all back now. Maybe that’s  sign that I’m finally  feeling healthy. It did  feel good to finish my lesson, hop into the car, head for dinner at Jane and Michael’s and accept a vodka to celebrate and wait for the Dems night #2. Another great evening with such great friends.  We all ate quickly and headed to the TV for the voting call for Hillary.  It was inspiring.  Bernie got his respect and offered it back to Hillary but there was no way that Michael would be able to stay awake for Bill’s speech so I headed home not to miss a word. I didn’t

Bill took the stage, looking a bit more delicate. But he was perfect-  he shared his love story with Hillary, the way the first, first man should.  He shared that side of Hillary that only he could share and needed to be heard.  I was alone but last night it felt like you were here with me.  Did I love politics before I met you?  Sure.  Bill was on the scene  before we found each other, but like everything else in my life, it was all better and richer, sharing it all with you.

I am starting to get a good amount of traffic on these online dating sites and figuring out the tools, but T, I’ll say it again, you, my love, have very big shoes to fill. I have clear lines in the sand and while I have been getting sweet emails from single men, there are red flags that I just can’t ignore. I can afford to be very picky.

Miss you with every fiber of my being,

Bonnie S.