Whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on.

Dearest Sunshine,

It's done.

One post, every 30 minutes, for 24 hours.

Forty-nine posts.

Fifty-one song references.

Facts about kidney disease and transplants that I don't think either one of us knew. Some slightly squicky videos.

A lot of tea. A lot of chocolate. A great whoppin' bit of silly.

But mostly, a lot of love.

Stay tough, dear one, but don't forget that you have people who truly care about you, to lean on when things get hairy. And some of us...well, you're kinda stuck with.

Love you.


-- Missy, who is quite exhausted, thank you, but thinks you're worth it.



Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all. Nothing's like before.