Today the three of us are sleepy, sore, and you might say...listless. I know this will pass, but right now we just want to sit here and take our Aleve.
Tom's iPhone out in San Diego is not working for some reason, so we haven't been able to talk to him on his birthday. He blames it on AT&T because he's never had any trouble with his Verizon account.
We had contact on our computer game, so we were able to text him that way, but that's about it. At least he knows we're thinking of him, and that we are all OK.
Happy Birthday - you are now officially middle-aged!
