Don’t come again some other damn day. Wow, did we ever have buckets of rain
last night. I now understand why they say “rain lashing against the window
pane.” Sadly it chose to lash after I had already laid awake for over two hours
with insomnia. I’ll bet I got all of 3 and 1/2 hours last night at best. Good
thing I made lots of progress on the User Guide yesterday. My ass isn’t going to
set any records today.
Once the rain quits, I’ll drive over and check your basement. No sense
going over until it’s done. Actually, on second thought, I’ll drop by tomorrow
because I have to drop my cocksucking rent check at the bank anyway.
Aunt Bev called while I was out walking Kyle, after I talked to you. If Tex
and Bob had called, I would have heard from the whole family.
Miraculously, Bev didn’t mention Jesus or unleavened fucking bread once. Thank
Christ. She said she just wanted to check on me and see how I was doing.
Love you. Love dad. Hate Ohio. This e-mail will be my blog post for today,
since it’s full of blue language. I don’t want to disappoint my readers.
SB
