Blather, rinse, repeat

Shit...sigh.

I'm thinking about you a lot, despite the recent-ness of meeting you.

I wish I had words of wisdom, but my sage-self seems to be tongue tied. The closest I've come to having my life upended was losing a home in a fire, and that's just...stuff.

I guess the only thing I can say is keep doing what you're doing. You're standing up for yourself when you have every right to curl up in a ball. You're talking (the Webz version, anyway) when most people wouldn't be able to make words. You're breathing fire when I, frankly, would probably just be frozen.

You're more my hero than ever...and you were bad-ass enough just by virtue of rehabbing birds, dancing in public, and doing Kung Fu.