Bill the Son called from New York. He’s doing fine: working, playing volleyball, bicycling, and delivering meals for the Anarchist Food Bank. (This can be logically challenging because anarchists.)
Tom the other Son and his laundry have left for home. He said he has a job interview tomorrow for a similar job with a different company that would pay more and have better hours.
It sounds as if Bill is doing great in the Big City!
He’s brave, for sure.
Here’s hoping Tom passes his Other Interview with Flying Colors so he can be far enough away so that your laundry facilities are too much bother.
James was at his dad’s today, so I was able to give him his Christmas and birthday presents, all of which he thoroughly enjoyed. A Captain America figurine, a container of purple salt since he likes colored salt so well, a cheap little acrylic ball with the solar system in it that sits on a stand that lights up, and I think that was all. It’s hard to keep track of stuff.
He’s officially divorced so Sweet Abbie is gone from our lives but her choice. He has been dating another girl, but I’ll be the last to know anything.
So off to bed I am because Wash Day!