After taking most of the weekend off line, thought I'd check in here. So, crying now. And still have a load of laundry to deal with, so I can't linger.
In the hopes that the sentiment will travel in spirit if not in actual pixels: Ginger, you are loved and you will be sorely missed. I wish you peace, My Friend.
Love you All.
So, the title of this natter thread? Accurate.
All my thoughts heading westward for Ginger. You always seemed to be that person keeping your head when all about you were losing theirs. Reason with compassion.
Love to everyone.
2015 is officially the Buffista year of shitty bookends.
I'm sitting in the Abu Dhabi airport and trying not to cry. God fucking damn it.
So sorry I haven't been checking in here, in the expectation that everything would be going well. And missing out on just a little more Ginger, whom I hold in the greatest admiration and love.
Oh my friends. I am of course earwormed with appropriate Hamilton lyrics.
I can't decide whether I want to go to work or call in sick.