Maybe that’s why Jake was unsettled — he knew you wouldn’t be napping long. Sixth sense and all that!
Hi, Tom, the son!
I hate when my brain does that unspooling thing. I’m like, “MAKE IT STAHP!”
I’ve been writing a letter, but there seems to be a card in the mail, so unless I write quick, the letter won’t go out until Monday. You probably can’t handle more than one of my epistles, anyway.
It’s hard to believe to Solstice is here (nice job, by the way!) and the year is half over. Already.
I dreamed of Christmas, decorating and I think I was getting dressed to go dancing when the alarm rang. Some navy blue number with a scalloped neckline and short bell sleeves. A color and design I would never wear in real life.
It sounds like you were going dancing in what little girls wear to a Navy Change-of-Command ceremony when they’re expected to be on their best behavior if they want that cake that tastes like cardboard.
Tom and his dad have gone shopping.
I’m sure Jake will help with the Lego once it’s opened. That’s one reason I haven’t opened it yet. Maybe Shannon will help, too. She’s gone back under the table in the sunroom. I think her pain medication knocks her out.