Forty-one

 Peggy,

    Well, once again, sorry it has taken so long to respond.

   Rest. Sounds like he needs about two weeks of sleep. You, too. I have friends (well, some of those are exes, is the word everyone uses) who have gone through the same thing, though a couple with the ex prefix I don't care too much about. Rest. You are so full of that caring, that I have no doubt you two will be fine. 

    Yeah, the weather is weird. People are weird. Well, most people. 

    She has become...

    Anyway; I am writing again. No. No. Just to reach... No, that's not it... I like using my hands.

    Very tired tonight, so will say goodnight.

     

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