Dear Lear,
I slept well and woke up to a beautiful, sunny morning. The photos as always are very nice. Thanks.
It is not that I do not miss you or love. It seems maybe that I care too much for you. I plan my day to be home the 2 times each day that we can write each other. On Thursday night, you could not write because you had things to take care of at home. Friday morning, you did not have the time because of the same excuse and I heard from you when you were going to work. All of this while I was planning my day around when you would be available. Friday night, you did not contact me except to tell me you were going to dinner. The dinner must have lasted 4 hours as it was that long before you wrote me that you were on your way home around midnight.
Tom