I got home from the memorial services to find Wolfling dressed in sweats and a spaghetti-strap tank-top, holding a wooden katana. She's been working with the Forza workout DVD I bought a couple of years ago.

I'm watching her out of the corner of my eye as I work at my desk. She is slim and strong, her gaze focused, her entire body poised and alert. I can't tell you how beautiful she looks, or how gleeful it makes me feel to see her exercising with a sword in her hands.