My days go like this: wake, shower, breakfast, hospital, lunch, rest, ______, dinner, sleep. The blank could be any number of things, from going back to the hospital to shopping to church services to a rousing game of Indian Uno, where we basically throw cards at each other until it is apparent that one of us is victorious. I have never won a game.
I think about you often. Probably everyday I start to think about home, wonder what I'd be doing if I'd just gotten a summer job, stayed home, rented old movies. I miss
1 Cor 15:58 (NIV)