I was going to give you a treat today but the whole day got ahead of me and I couldn’t catch up because my son John comes every Thursday night now to straighten me out—not my body, my finances. I am so grateful but I am also tired.
Tomorrow, first thing.
Time seems to go slowly yet each day disappears before I have done enough, or anything.
I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.
One late night last thing: Pat, you’re doing better than I am. Hang in there.
All of you.
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