My sweet jellybean,

Murphy has recently taken to hiding in the bath tub. The tub used to be reserved only for Murphy for thunderstorms — and for the occasional bath — but during the ongoing commotion of this past week, you could find Murphy in the bathtub more likely there than anyplace else. Murphy and I are very alike. We reflect each other. We are symbiotic.

It doesn’t surprise me in the least that Murphy leapt gleefully out of the bath when you came. She misses you.

I haven’t been this anxious for this long in a long time. It’s silly. I’m much better. It’s like you said, I guess; my space was ruined for the better part of a week. It’s nice of you to worry but I’m really alright. Especially now.

Nothing sets my heart and soul aright like seeing you. Thank you for the cookies. I love these cookies. I told you my grandmother used to have these kinds of cookies all the time when I was a kid. I don’t know why none of the grocery stores that deliver have them. I’m still pretty sure they’re called speculas or something like that. Cookies and green tea and Scrabble were lovely. I still suspect you let me win.

I know you had to go. I know you have a lot to do. And I know I told you already and I won’t say it again but thank you. It was wonderful to see you. Murphy, since, has not returned to the bathtub.

SS