Dear Myrna: Thank you SO much for the lullaby. I needed that. Actually, what I need is a knock in the head with a baseball bat. I quite often can't sleep. As for getting the stuff, I definitely will get it now. If you had not changed the address, however, I would not have gotten it past tonight, cause that's when BigZoo went out of business. The e-mail server has been set to check both accounts, but no longer. I see your niece, Lynda Hale, at dialysis three days a week. She's the "clinical coordinator." (If you can't give 'em a big salary, give them a title and an office!!!) She keeps talking about "Uncle Tim." What's with that? Tim? I hope you and Leonard are doing fine. Behave yourself. Vance
M: By-the-way, a baseball bat is too hard! Think of the headache you'd have and
you probably still couldn't sleep. (My family calls me Murndurn.) What are
families for? Just to embarrass you all of your life, right? Myrna
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