Darling, I fell asleep again in the middle of writing you.  I get so tired and I close my eyes – and woosh, I’m off to that warm, dark quiet cloud.  And I don’t even hear Inspector Barnaby arrest the killer.  I mean, there sure are a lot of murders in the Midsomer area, aren’t there?  Why are their real estate values still so high?

So let’s just consider that I’ve already told you all the things I needed to say and just get to the heart of it:  I love you with all the petals I can get my hands on. Can’t help it.  Sweet dreams, Dreamy Dear.  So warm and dark and Sweet.