I apologize for not including a post last week, but I suffered from a large amount of lack of motivation. You see, this was the first wedding anniversary in 33 years on which the former Mrs. Translator and I were not wedded. I poured out my heart the previous Friday night here, and was drained.
Saturday I went to the mailbox and found a parcel from her. She had sent me one of the most authoritative and scholarly works about the American Civil War (I still have problems with the name of the war, because it was not, by definition, a civil war, but I am coming to understand that my previous preferred title, The War between the States, is quite inaccurate as well). In addition to the wonderful book she sent a card that touched me, in a good way, so much that I guess that I was dumbstruck. I will never mention anything about the contents of that card except to say that it was likely the most touching thing that I have known in many years, and the telephone conversation that followed made it even more so.