While in St. George I went to lunch with a dear friend, Jennifer. Jen and I worked together for less than a year. Far too brief when finding a dear friend. Jen's husband, the Ph.D. Biologist, commuted for a year or two to St. George from Utah county while Jen single parented four days a week. At the end of the trial period, they concluded that the commute was too much and they moved to St. George. Once a year Jen and I get together and try to stuff a year of friendship into an hour and a half. It would be awkward, I suppose, if it weren't Jen. It's the kind of friendship where we can have silence for a year and pick up on a conversation we had the last time we talked as if there was no pause. We miss the intricacies of each others' lives but we get the concepts and come away feeling validated and loved. In the past year I missed the intricacies of Jennifer's Rheumatoid arthritis aggressively attacking her joints to the point where she has traded her soccer ball for...