Getting letters from M is a treat. I mean that in a way I cannot express. It’s like going to see a moving documentary, but someone made it just for you. It makes me feel special and reminds me of what is out there beyond the craziness of always doing that I’m caught up in.

It’s been a crazy weekend. Saturday was eaten by a Red Cross course. I’m running out of those, this one was the official training required to be a supervisor, and was actually quite good. K and I took advantage of the fact I was wandering about in the truck and went out to the Issaquah Alps to wanted around the woods in the rain. I was up early today to cook pancakes for J, something I had promised a long while ago. This was unfortunately cut short by having to make a large expedition to Home Depot for supplies for the Alleycat Acres CD shed. We’re getting there. It needs to be done in a week.

There was some unexpected drama too, but I’ve just been too busy to really get close to it. A friend recently said,

it seems like, as i get older and am surrounded by people with more and more life experience, most people are just so gosh darn thoughtful and reasonable and good-hearted.

Yes! I want more of this. More good hearted thoughtful people. Definitely.