Dear Departed Ernesto:

A final word to you Ernesto. I know we had our differences, and at one point, I even said we couldn't be friends. I'm sorry about that. You know, it's been a bad week, and I know that's no excuse to behave badly, but you have to admit that you were threatening some pretty impolite behavior.

In the end, though, it's T-minus two hours til Kim Shable's arrival, and you've left behind some beautiful, refreshingly cool, early fallish weather. So, Ernesto, please consider this the olive branch. Let's kiss and make up. I hate to think you're somewhere out in the Atlantic feeling badly about yourself.

Love,
Ash