About a month ago I embarked on a social experiment. The only news I have to report is this. Whenever I have an urge to contact/message/call him or when I have an unanswerable conundrum about him running around in my head, I write a poem about it. This activity provides a somewhat cathartic effect. I am up to sixteen now, with two currently in progress. Which means at sometime tomorrow the count will be eighteen. Whatever works.