Wow, after working the whole weekend to correct a problam while suffering a fever of 102, I finally dragged myself home. Problem has been fixed and the fever, 102F, broke last night.
So go look in the mailbox and find a strange letter amidst the other letters. Drag everything in from the Mustang's trunk including the mail. After phoning parents that I made it back home safe I started to open the mail. First the strange letter. I carefully opened it, holding it away from me in case something funny fell out. All that was in it was a handwritten letter. Now who would be writing me a letter I asked myself, why one of the Red Cross people I had worked with in that shelter after Katrina and Rita. They were thanking me for the Christmas card I had sent, back in the 2005 time frame; I had assumed the USPS had merely swallowed up the card and I would never hear from them again. Well USPS certainly tried to, the card made it but what was with the card, a small gift, was missing. Oh well I shall count myself fortunate that the card made and they wrote back. :)
Now to aid in mending from fever, nap time.