A Day in the Life, From the Road

Sixteen Days

I’m in Liberia, where my marriage just ended. It’s a long sad sordid tale of woe, to be told in full detail at some point when I’m feeling a little more stable. It’s 29 July in Liberia now, sixteen days from my 7-year anniversary with the love of my life, who on that day sent me this e-mail in reply to an e-mail note sweetly wishing her well on that day:

Thanks love…
This actually made me cry, but in a good way.

I’ve decided to declare that today’s going to be good and I’m going to make it happen by sheer force of will if I have to. I had the rest of my breakfast burrito fillings this morning, so I’m off to a pretty good start. I may or may not go to some Bastille Day party at the Alliance Francaise tonight. Either way, I’ll be thinking about you all day and missing you.

Hope you get to do something wonderfully fun, and I’ll try to plan something cool for us to do once you get here. And then we’ll go to Egypt, so that’ll be kind of awesome.

Thanks for marrying me. It’s been amazing so far, and I’m really excited to find out where the next seven years take us (I promise that it won’t be to anything PIRGy).

I love you.

Love
me

God help us all.

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