One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
I joke sometimes that unless somebody comes into the yarn store and tells me something newsworthy – or if it’s not on The Daily Show – I don’t know about it. However, I was checking up on some blog reading during lunch a few minutes ago, and got the willies watching these tornadoes in and just north of Toronto – home to a number of my friends. I hope all the people in the path of that are okay.