As promised, here is my letter to you. I'm sorry for leaving as abruptly as I did. Perhaps sometime we can actually enjoy our beers together instead of getting on morose topics. It's a nice thought, anyway.

The house arrest is lifted, but I'm still not cleared for work. Because, why would anything be that bloody simple? You were right that nothing is normal, I keep going back to that. Do you think we'll ever have a sense of normalcy again? Even if you do settle, will that be your normal? Or will it be a new-normal that never quite sits right?

So much for avoiding the morose topics. I'm going a little stir crazy here.