Posting has been, and may continue to be, light for a while. My husband, Jim Overmyer, had been in and out of the hospital for the past month, and Monday morning lost his battle to keep breathing. i'm not really pulled together enough yet to give the details of his active, eventful life, most of which preceded his meeting me. He was a pilot, adventurer, businessman, farmer, tool and die journeyman and factory rat at different times, and a friendly, cuddly fixture in the science fiction, pagan, and kink communities he loved. Marrying Jim nine years ago was an uncharacteristically impulsive decision, almost an act of will. i've never regretted that decision for a moment. He was so unrelentingly lovable, how could i? The staff in the ICU his last day became so taken with him they were - to use one of his favorite words - 'bereft' when they could not save him. i am a thousand times more so. i'll return sooner or later.