and no, don't take that in a context that isn't meant.
Sunday, 1st June would have been Ian's 50'th birthday. Dear friend J had me over for dinner. She gave me a lovely present. I cried, not something I do often and only when I feel safe. Even after almost 10 years the death of my beloved still at times stings deeply. A hug from J and N made it all seem better. Friends do make a difference.
The fog was coming down when I was driving home. Some drivers on the freeway didn't slow down. My exit ramp was fog bound and I almost missed the end of my street because I caouldn't see anything. Very, very creepy.