Hello! Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
I forgot how much of a rush it is to work and write consistently!
It is like being creative under the gun. It requires a bit of mental agility and I have never been particularly gifted there.
When I was a kid, I was smaller than many of those in my age bracket. I was told I could run from fights.
I could Never run that fast and it was a problem. I had to stand and face what was coming, because it is hard to fight when you are out of breath and your legs used all that energy in futility.
So, I sit here half awake with a dark piping hot cup of joe flailing around in attempt to say a little something with meaning.
We have a pet rat named Claire. Claire gets up every morning with me and wants to play. She is chewing on the bars of her golden prison cell trying to get to me. I am a sucker for little critters and it is breaking my heart choosing to type instead of giving her something to do with her oversized cerebrum.
I am sorry Claire.
Isabel, my Beloved did all of her exercises and training yesterday with her mother. I believe this is the first time she had the energy for such an amazing accomplishment. I should have gone back to work sooner with results like that!
It was neat that we heard from Doctor Kitty Fallon, a mental health counselor from Santa Fe last night. She was receiving care at the same time as Isabel. Hello, Dr. Kitty, I hope you are getting on your feet as well!
Well, off to work!