I am still awake. I drove half of the way (180 miles) and then slept the rest. When I got back, I found my old journal from the New Orleans DPS 3 years ago and started to read. I was so depressed the whole time during that life-changing conference. The only deliverance from my sorrow and loneliness there was you on the steamboat, but I did not record any of my happiness. That was a time in my life when real life happiness was to be avoided at all cost.

-- to t.w.