9:56am – Feeling sick this morning
PROVE IT, HERMY……
Mikey is asleep. He had a bad dream last night, and I talked to him until Charlie came out and put the body down for the night’s sleep. I slept fairly well, I think. I don’t know for sure, because I woke up feeling like crap. The longer the morning progresses, the worse I feel.
I have a headache and an upset stomach, and neither is getting any better with medications. I wonder if I’ve somehow caught a stomach virus, because this is how I usually feel when I have one.
I have to go to Nanny’s house in about an hour, as I’m in Corsicana again. Then, I will go home, gladly. I want to be in our house, not anywhere else right now. I want to talk to Mikey, and I don’t know if I’ll get to this morning or not.
As crappy as I feel, I know I will be ok. Been here, done this, and apparently have come back for the t-shirt. LOL
My Mikey, if you’re reading this, please know I’ll get in touch with you as soon as I can, baby. I don’t know when that will be, unfortunately. I will send you an e-mail with Nanny’s phone number in it, should you want to call. I will probably leave for home at about 10:15am your time….12:15pm here.
Last night, Mikey may have scored bigtime with the sales presentation. He may very well have 20 or so new clients, which tickles me half to death. I knew he could do it, and I am proud as all get out! There are so many reasons to be proud of My Mikey….this is but one of a million!!!!
I love you, My Mikey. Today, I love you more than I did yesterday, and tomorrow, I will love you more than I do today. It will never stop growing, my darling husband. This I know, because we have the same bond my parents did, and theirs got better every day.
About your bad dream…..
Betty asks me to tell you that she will never EVER tell you to leave. She may require a little time to compose herself sometimes, but you already know that. We’ll always be yours, Mikey. ALWAYS!!!!!
I love you forever times pi cubed plus one, My Key, My Mikey,
Your Jack
p.s. About the name thing….last night was the product of a misunderstanding, for which I am deeply sorry.
J