I quick note before I turn in for the night:

I got home tonight from a wonderful night at Cobb's, for which none of the people I invited showed -- fuck 'em, to find that I had a box from Amazon.com in my mail box. I had ordered a couple of books on Social Workers and Counseling so I wasn't surprised. I got inside and after a few minutes of putzing about, giving the cats new toys and whatnot, I opened the package.

The books were gift wrapped. "What the..." I thought, "I better not get charged for this." I looked at one card, and it was blank, I opened the second one, expecting it to be blank as well, the simple, sweet note read, "Chase your dreams, girl." It wasn't signed. I looked inside the envelope that held the invoice and saw that it was sent by Ms Tara.

I started to cry. Half an hour later, I'm still a little weepy.

Such kindness, such perfection, I don't know what to do except cry. And thank the Great Whoever for leading such wonderful people into my life. I only hope I can be as good a friend when the need arises.