I've been busying myself with transcribing a paper file full of unsent love letters from my distant past into digital format. It has been a somewhat entertaining distraction so far. It is also a lot of work. I have spent hours at it and have only copied a small portion of my embarrassingly long, sappy, mostly inappropriate correspondence.
Now, in the past when I'd be doing something obsessively for long periods of time, Sharon would always yell at me to take a break. She knew I had a tendency to overdo things and could forget to eat or stretch or move around for an unhealthy amount of time.
Yesterday, it was almost 10pm, and I hadn't eaten dinner yet. My little LED light, which I had all but given up on as a method of afterlife communication, suddenly popped back on and began blinking.
"Is that you, honey? Are you back?" More blinking.
"Are you trying to tell me I need to knock it off and go get something to eat?" More blinking and then a bright steady glow.
"Ok, thanks, I will. I'm just glad you're back, if that's you." A few more blinks and then a strong glow, brighter than all the other lights on the strand.
I knocked off typing for the night and got something to eat. The LED is still shining brightly this morning.
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