Guaranteed sleepless nights. But that's okay.

The nights you call, I have trouble sleeping.
I don't want you to feel badly about it, though.  I'm consumed with thoughts of you, even though you're never far from me, inside.
It's not the same though.  Not the same as having you home.  Having you safe.
I worry, because both Jay and I hear the tones in your voice, and we know that you're getting excited, and we suspect that it's on purpose.
Neither of us are upset about it, just worried about you.
We worry that you don't have anyone to talk to, that you spend a lot of time alone, or with Valerie.
Which is very much like being alone, from all accounts.

We miss you, love.  There are big, Adrienne sized holes in our life.  Multiple ones.

We went to dinner at Jay's uncle Shane's apartment.   He's an artist, but has a different style then Nomi does.  Pretty cool artwork on his walls.  Lots of eyes.  I think you would have liked it.