I can't help but to wonder what you're doing right now. Have you found anything? Has anything exciting happened? Are you any closer to finding a solution for this crazy fog? The worry and the wonder has robbed me of any sense of focus. I can barely eat. I can tell Mum thinks there's something wrong with me, but she hasn't asked yet. I don't even know what I would tell her if she did. I feel incredibly silly, I know I shouldn't stress about this too much but I can't help myself. After going weeks with constant letters it's now so odd not to hear from you.

I've sat myself down to try and do something, anything productive. I've attempted to sketch, which I'm barely passable at on a good day. I've tried three times to pick up my book and get somewhere. Finally, the only thing that's stuck is attempting to embroider your handkerchief (hope you don't mind!). I can always take it out of you don't like it, but I've started a small purple violet in one corner. Nothing fancy and I'm admittedly not the best, but if I go slow and take great care, it'll be decent. It keeps my hands busy at least, though my mind wanders still.

Thinking of you, as always.