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God, I’m tired. And not for any fun reasons. Had to get groceries late because of a friend’s child being in the hospital. We’re hoping they’ll only keep him over night, but we won’t know until tomorrow. I won’t go into details because it’s not my kid, and I don’t know how she’d feel about me sharing. Contrary to modern American television culture you don’t share everything just because you know it for a fact, or better yet, a rumor. But it put things late, and I’m beat, but my daughter is upstairs waiting for her good night kiss, not in the hospital, so it’s a good day.
Our friend Greg went back to Texas today. We dropped him at the airport, all three of us, and sent him on his way. That’s it from here. Jon and I are dragging ourselves upstairs. Sleep sounds really good, and a prayer for good news tomorrow. Hope you are all well out there. Kiss your kids, kiss each other, and if you don’t have anyone else to kiss good night, remember, lover yourself, too. Okay, I started to take out “lover” because it should read “love.” But you know, what the heck. For some reason the miswrite strikes me as funny, and appropriate. If you don’t lover yourself, you aren’t nearly as good at loving anyone else. Practice makes better.