The fog today helps me pretend I am somewhere else. I want to write a letter to milo for his birthday. Something I can do each year and he can read when he desires.
oh dear. I just remembered where I got that idea. A story from NPR. Except in that story the mom had died of cancer and she had written letters into the future for her daughter's birthdays that she knew she would miss. Macabre? A little. Anyways I think I will do it. Handwritten things are so few and far between these days.
...I just remembered an email I have to write...
Now I will go try and catch up on my bible reading. I am like a month behind. Good thing I read fast.