December. Joe has already been gone a full month. Logically, I know this is real, but it certainly still does not feel like it. November is mostly a blur. I spent a lot of time staring at the wall or crying—or staring at the wall while crying—and barely paying attention to hours upon hours of old cooking shows and even older cartoons. I also played a lot of Solitaire. What’s great—and by great, I mean… Keep reading…Night Follows Day…