I have now been separated from Polly for three weeks and the end is not in sight. How much longer can I survive? I don't know...no one knows. Things don't look good. My food supplies are dwindling at an inverse rate to the growth of my dirty laundry pile. Personal hygiene? Next to non-existent. Fast food purchases are up 400% and still climbing. I haven't missed an NBA playoff game in several weeks and that is not likely to change until the Finals are over. I go to work, then I go to the golf course, play basketball, watch TV, work out, play softball or do some other leisure activity. Then I go to bed. Will I ever be able to be domesticated again? Unlikely. But that is the challenge in front of my sweet wife. If anyone can tame me (again) it is her. Just four weeks left til we reunite in Seattle, at the top of the Space Needle (not really, it will probably be at the airport). I can't wait.
To Polly...Make sure to watch every chick flick known to woman while we are apart. I think you are about half way through right now. Just keep on keepin' on. That way you will be able to give me a full* update on all of them. I love you and I miss you and I can't wait to see you.
*the term full shall be interpreted to mean a complete report not to exceed three cumulative minutes
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