Jase,
It's so nice to finally be able to sit down and write to you that I can hardly remember all of what I need to tell you. Things have been going pretty well here. We've finally got to know some of the staff. There's a nurse, Melina, that's the spitting image of my best friend way back in interim school. I tried to tell her that, but I think I just came off like a crazy old woman. She really does, though. I caught my breath when she came in and I can't stop thinking about those days. I know I've told you this before, but you have to relish this time in your life. And I know your life is complicated--so much more than mine was in those days--but don't forget to enjoy your time and your friends.
Your Millie's not going to be coming home for a while. It happened again when we were out for a walk yesterday morning. She's been trying so hard, Jase. But she just needs a little more time. We all need a little more time.
F.
p.s. For next time: I'm beginning to think that life is just a process of going crazy and becoming sane and going crazy again, but I need the advice of someone who's not gone around as many times.
For Next Time
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