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Dear Danielle DeCosmo.

I was just going through old Facebook posts and this one deserves more back story while I'm still youthful enough to remember it. Here's the video, followed by an explanation. In May of last year, my best friend and sister went into septic shock from a toxic and fast-moving virus that took pure advantage of her weakened immune system. She was put into a coma, and loaded so heavily with antibiotic fluids her hands swelled up like inflated examining gloves and her facial features nearly disappeared under all the added water weight -- and this is the way she stayed for several weeks.  While she lay comatose, myself, all my family, and many varying friends, waited in the ICU family area day in and day out, anxiously awaiting updates. Some days there was a little glimmer of improvement, other days, no sign of change at all, but the most memorable news update was the one we received from her renal transplant doctor -- he came to the waiting area to tell us Susan's only hope

from my writing station.

Right now -- like, right this very moment -- I am sitting in an antique chair, at a vintage, family heirloom desk, in my glorious Florida room. And I am writing you from the writing station I share with Jon-Michael. It is awesome. I feel good setting this area up -- like I'm getting my creativity back. I've been stifled for a little while -- trying to get inspiration when my world was packed away into a 10x20 storage unit was difficult. But tonight, Lord, tonight, it's all coming out of the boxes. Right here, right now, right behind me, I have about four boxes in process of emptying. I'll try and have it wrapped up before Jon-Michael gets home from work, but who's to care? He won't. I have the music jamming on the xbox (we haven't come across the ugly stereo we used to have yet.) and I am uncovering all kinds of inspiration in these boxes. First fantastic find -- the photo album from the Grand Canyon -- trip we only took 10 months ago, but feels like an

Futures and currents.

So... I bought a house. I briefly touched on this months ago. But I'm just getting around to spewing any deets. That's mostly because we still don't have internet at home, so, for one night, and one night only, I've packed my necessities and toted my happy ass down to Mickey D's to surf their WIFI. Primarily because I do have a deadline for my web maintenance -- I missed it already, but was able to get an extension considering the circumstances. Then the extension wasn't enough so I am truly left with no choice. Mickey D's is not my location of choice for free anything, or unfree anything for that matter, but there is no classier place offering up free intertubes. I'm not even going to get into the Grimm fairytale it took for me to even get set up and working here, never mind the happily ever after (please sense my sarcasm) of getting to share the only booth with a power outlet with some military guy who thinks he's God's gift to everyone and pr