Two and half months is far too long to be a moping hermit. Sadly, it seems to be how long I needed to once more get ahold of myself. What with Greg's leaving and dying, that brought forth all the tears I pushed back from Mother's death. And then Father's death day, and then Aidan's...

I do hate spring. It's too depressing off a season, too many dead.

Simon wrote me a few days ago. Who knew little brothers knew how to knock their elder sisters from their depressed states? Summer is coming soon, I cannot wait to have him home.

I suppose it's time to get back into society. I haven't paid much attention to news, so I wonder how much I have missed.

Best to start with that owl to Tristan's little sister...