I’m not sure who it was who said you can tell who is a true friend in your life by how much time you spend apart when you get back together you pick up right where you left off. That is how it is with you and me. It wasn’t always so. Anxious, I spent hours wondering what you thought of me when I could have been taking care of me. It’s true you can only love others when you love yourself. That is how it is with most sayings like that, they are true because they are true. There is plenty of time for guitars and mandolins and ukuleles and front stoops to say everything, or nothing at all. Just being here means we’re okay, that neither of us are lonely, if we don’t need or want to be.