I can't say much.
Not yet, at least. Give me a bit -- maybe a couple of weeks -- and I'll tell you all about Sofie, the flu, my girl, and everything else that followed.
It's a good story. It's got heartbreak, despair, death, transcendence, and, ultimately, hope. After that, you'll understand why I haven't written.
And I'm pretty sure you'll forgive me for leaving all of you hanging.
Anyway, given all that, this is the best I can do shot-wise.
Might chugs along with no help from me. It's the only tank that has survived everything that went down. Not that that's a bad thing; because everything that happened, happened exactly as it should have, and in the end, that's what matters most.
But that'll have to wait.
You'll understand why.