Fly Me To The Moon

It's been, or will be, eight years, and not a day goes by that I don't think of you. I'm lying here this evening, going through my list of love songs, and I come to this one:

Fly Me to The Moon, Doris DayYou once answered a question I asked you with: "Yes, but not active. I would just like to fall asleep and never wake up."

I thought the same today. I think that a lot.

Not a day goes by that I'm not thinking of you. Nay, not a conscious moment.

Sappy, sentimental, and who cares? 

I bought two more books today: one, the diary of H. L. Mencken, and the other, another biography of Hemingway. Only by reading do I keep me mind off you. Only by reading am I able to keep on. I enjoyed reading to you.