I want to show that we haven’t gone insane in his absence. It doesn’t help that he arrived so close to pickling day
I am in my office shed, rushing to get some work done in order to clear my morning. An hour will do it, I think. Plenty of time.
I send my wife a message that says, “Text me when you’ve got him.” A few seconds later she replies with the words: “Nearly home.”
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