This time, Susan was on the lookout for me.
When I returned from Syracuse, Tunga said, "Suz sent a large package," and I responded, "It's probably for you." Actually, it was for us - a lifetime supply of Moose Munch. Dang. That stuff is lethal. She sent David's cookies for Tunga's 25th, and also made sure I got copies of two books she said, you need to read. Of course, I also had to get the Frog reading to frog sculpture for the phone - that was a birthday gift a few years back. Coming home to this instantly put joy into the air....
...hope...
...love...
...which also came with my research assistant who has not left my side...
...Glamis......sort of like my Pelican friend in Florida.
We need reminders in our daily lives that we are loved from afar, as much as we are loved within our homes.
And so I'm writing this today to simply say, "Dr. James...you quickly became VIP to me over the years, helping me to stay sane when I feel like I'm on the brink of insanity."
Thank you.
Today's another day with new challenges and the potential for even crazier. I know, however, that when it hits, I have a redheaded friend a phone-call or text message away.
I am the Goober, always, and you are the Doobie-Doo. We have the Great Whatever that made that possible.
Elephant Shoe.
Hang in there.
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