Don't worry: no one but me could read your email or even
know who I am writing to right now.
I will keep my eyes glued to the mailbox awaiting your
postings. I just got back from Salt Lake City where I
was visiting with the whole extant paternal side of my
family tree. I think it evened out my brainwaves to
have all of those familiar (but now distant) patterns
all going nearby once again.
Arriving back home, I was worried that I would feel like
I was going to be re-inserting myself into a big mix of
obligations. Luckily I'd cleaned my room before I left,
so all I really had to do was take out the trash; there
are other minor things, but it doesn't feel like I am
being drowned by stuff-left-undone -- this is great,
since sometimes that's exactly what happened when
I returned from previous vacations.
I'm glad you liked my chair/window/room! I've
spent a lot of happy time typing in that spot -- and
may well be doing more of that soon when I see what
you send.
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