Three years! I’m sure I’ll be fine soon. Pat is much better already, and I’m healthier than Pat.
DP had to come back for Tom’s medical form. I’d signed it and told him to pack it with his other stuff, but he left it on the floor of his room.
Two years. I went to AR in December, then went to see you the following April. Frank was wallowing on the floor then...Ash was always looking for a handout, and you were still trying to get used to Anoreth being in the coast guard. I could check my journals, but it is time consuming. I don’t recall where I put them...I write in so many places...
And Tom was still a short (to me) person.