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...
Another photo from the archives, as nothing really picture-worthy presented itself yesterday. Or if it did, I was too cranky and full of snot to notice it. Which reminds me, I need to go get NyQuil today. I discovered that both packages of day-and-nighttime cold medicine only seem to have daytime medicine left in them. Of course I noticed this at about 10 PM last night, when I wanted to take something. Grr; argh.