Healing vibes for Tom.
Sean, I wish I had the words.
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Healing vibes for Tom.
Sean, I wish I had the words.
Sean, I'm sorry. That sucks so much. Stupid money stuff.
I hope Tom's arm heals quickly, Nora. Do y'all wear helmets when you ride?
We do wear helmets, thank goodness!
We do wear helmets, thank goodness!
Well...start wearing gauntlets.
Ack, sorry to hear about Tom. Healing-ma, and hope the vicodin kicks in big time.
Sean, that totally sucks about your friend's funeral. I hope something works out so you can make it.
Sean, if the wake is 5:00 or later on Friday and you want to Skype in, I am happy to go up and carry a laptop around for a while.
Thanks, Debet. I'm sure it's in the evening, so that's a very kind and generous backup plan. That may be what happens, if you can swing it. We'll play it by ear over the next couple of days and see what happens.
Cool. Email me or text me or whatever and we'll get it figured out.
Healing~ma to Tom.
Hell is cleaning windows. E and I have done desert island albums, movies, top five movie musicals, stage musicals, hours of FCM, many games of Contact (word guessing), elaborate descriptions of hypothetical last meals, things we're grateful for, funny drunken injury stories... and we still have Over an hour to go.