Be assured my mission is not to elicit guilt or play pogo stick atop your already immense and growing burden… but I miss you.
Strangest of times and circumstances I know. Happy Thanksgiving, I’m sure your family is a much welcomed solace and sanctuary. I still watch from afar, with at least as much as proverbial internet-born books of faces can afford me.
Last glimpse you were swimming, in at least a couple of ways. Think I can join some time?
I’m also bringing back a hefty helping of my childhood in a car full of Legos…
If I don’t hear from you I might churn up something more drastically creative and figure a way [someone] could help me plop it on your door step.
Find me. You know how.
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🙂
(unrelated: coming for whenever/winter break – babies and doctors, urban prairie archeology, more…)