Monica, the only guy who asked about you was the office guy Bill at Georgia Tomato.

Where's the Ohioan?

This threw me for a moment as I always think of you erroneously as a Wilmingtonian.

It was another 20 hour day and not so much fun without you but at least I didn't blow out my vocal corditas shouting above the truck roar.

And I wore my pink shirt again.

MP told me about how he wants some real honey so that he can make medicine to prevent heart disease and cure cancer so I told him I'd set him up with a connection though there must be bee people in Atlanta also?

What do I know not much.