Good morning, Daddy. I am at my office now. It's 8:56a CST and I've already crawled on top of a building and taken some pictures for the city of the downtown skyline. In a few minutes I'll be taking headshots of a couple new guys at a firm that uses me for their photography needs. Then I will have an uninterrupted day to work and complete tasks until about 3pm. That's when I got mee Jackson at the school bus, which he rides to and from school this year. You should know that all three of us want to come home for Christmas and Jackson asks me weekly when we will go to "Mimi's House," as he calls it. Sorry. Dad, that house belongs to her in my son's eyes! HAHAHA Our biggest concern is Charlie getting time off.
Regarding your hand, opening and closing is easy. You want to make sure you got some torque in the hand, so you can squeeze, lift heavy things without losing your grip, and do meticulous hand work without the hand tiring out too quickly. These are the aims of physical therapy. I strongly recommend you reconsider. And that's all I'll say about that.
I often daydream about driving my mustang, which I loved to do, but my favorite drives are in the real muscle cars like the 442. There's just something about full throttle in a 455. I miss it. I truly do.
As far as we know, none of Charlie's people have been affected with the flooding in CO. It's interesting to me how little attention it's being given locally. I hardly hear about it except through the internet, facebook and so forth. Those poor people...
Miss Scout, Louie's mama, stays real tight to me. I love it because I love her. She's a Luke 15 kitty cat--lost but found. The most precious of all. I see why God has such a tender heart toward the one's that almost got away.
I love you, Daddy.
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