Hey Rich; I'm really glad you keep after me. Life is crazy -- but great! These days, I feel like the luckiest guy alive. Little Miss wonderful left today, to pave the way south. She'll live at her father's house, in the cellar, while looking for a new house we can all live in. I have rented out our home, the only house I've known since my fatal car accident over three years ago -- another family will move in here IN ONE MONTH! I've got to pack up everything and try to get my son on board for the big move -- he's threatening to... I don't know, self-emancipate? He'll be all right... I want him to move with me, so we'll see. I'm definitely scared, but it's the same kind of scared I remember when having traveled far, into the mountains, to go skiing. Only to look down, when getting off the lift, at the very icy, windblown top, at the beautiful, breathtaking mountain views, that I have come all this way to ski, down unbelievably steep, narrow, mogul filled slopes, and say, "Yikes God! Can I do this?!"
Again checking back in--hope you and the Mrs and your son are ok.
Checking in to see if you are doing ok. Hope so.
