Sixty-three

 Peggy,

    Shit, sorry it has taken me two months. Of shit, fatigue, anger, so the usual.

    No, hospitals are not for getting rest. I think I understand what happened. Sounds like fatigue piled on top of stress, piled on top of fatigue, piled on top of stress from the assholes, piled of top of worry stress. Seems to me anyway. And why was he in also and right after you? That sounds like something that didn't need a hospital setting. Yeah, they do tend to bring out the emotions in kids and long lost relatives. Glad you are now doing ok. Shit, I am assuming...shit, but knowing your strength and resolve.

    Yeah, painting isn't hard, just boring. Please don't move. I plan to take a trip and you are on the route. And the east coast sucks, well you already know that from the tours.

    Yes. This started out shitty, but she has been traveling a lot again, so that's where the shit came from, and the touch of anger. It passes.

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