Dear Mandy

Dear Mandy,

We just went shopping and spent a fair bit of money on frivolous items and Thai food. We talked about a lot of things, including your new job and impending move (back) to Toronto. We talked about my (old) new job and distinct lack of moving. We talked about weddings and food and coffee and friends and yoga and, well, everything.

Now I’m at home reading my new book and watching Grey’s Anatomy and you’re in Seaforth helping Grandma get ready to go dancing.

And I just wanted to thank you for an excellently rainy Saturday, despite our lack of sandwiches.

PS: I think you’re pretty great.

Time

"Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's the always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all-powerful -- because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies.
And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return.
And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the Devil."

~Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes