In his email, he reminded me of what happened 11 years ago to this week. The two of us spent the evening together talking about many things, knowing that this evening would be the last time he would talk with his wife. She was a good woman, but suffered with the same type of cancer that took my wife's life. And I know that he misses the things that could have been had she lived.
Does he know that I'm trans? No. I won't tell him until I'm at that point where I want to give up on living as Mario forever. Yet, I wish I could see him on my single day that I'll be in a Florida port. Maybe on my next visit to that state....
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When I got home, I found out that the cable company didn't process a payment I made to them a couple of weeks ago. So I spent the better part of an hour talking with someone with minimal result. The person told me to send them my documentation of payment via fax (who uses faxes anymore?) and I said that I had no access to a fax machine. Then the person said that I could go to one of their stores. One problem - only one of them is open on a Saturday. AARGH! Luckily, I will be passing by the place on the way to see MWL that day. Hopefully, they will be open after I'm done with car service at Mavis.
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