Ix-nay on the og-blay

She asked me today if I’m keeping a diary on this. I nodded and asked about her. She is, and it will be mine someday. It seems unfair to keep one that she can’t ever see, but there are things about this ordeal that I can’t saddle her with. So, Mom, if you can see this from the big Ethernet connection in the sky, know that I needed to keep some of my heartache from you. This is hard enough for you as it is, and I don’t want to see you coping with my inability to cope. But I’m getting help from my friends, and they’re all rooting for you.