Current Times. Well, we are back up to current times. The three pages that grew to six on the retyping are all done. I am thinking of kicking some more emotional stuff around and saving your letter for tomorrow.

I hope you can appreciate that with the exception of a trip to the bathroom, ten minutes for the 5:25 PM count and weekly toilet paper giveaway, I have been sitting at this table typing, editing, and printing since 1:50 PM.

I did see that there are some words missing or in the wrong place on the previous pages. The main problem is not being able to type one or two pages ahead, so that when I am rereading, I have just completed another page and the one I am reading is a little less familiar. Lame excuse, yes, and I will work on getting all the bugs out.

Mom did mention in her letter to me that they had not heard from Smith Corona yet about doing the exchange on this typewriter, but hopefully they will agree to do a cross-ship, i.e. ship a new one to me before I have to send this one out.

Let me see if I can accurately explain my current state of mind. It has a couple of conflicting views that make life complicated for me.

Well it is now 1:00 PM on Thursday. I am going to continue typing. I went for an hour walk and have taken my shower, eaten lunch, and now I will dedicate the rest of the day to writing. I want to write a letter to Mom and Dad, but will use that as a break at some point in the day.

Love Line had a call from a woman married with two kids; the oldest one was around eight. The woman caller wanted to know what they thought of her desire to get into a threesome, adding another woman with her husband. She said this is her idea and not something her husband had first suggested. Sounds like a great wife, doesn't she?

But the host started harassing her about why she wanted to sabotage her marriage. She said she just thought it would spice up their sex life and no, she did not think she was a lesbian.

They asked her about her upbringing. She said she thought he had a good childhood. Further probing unearthed the fact that her parents were divorced when she was around eight years old. The hosts then say "Aha! See, your life was thrown into chaos when you were eight so now you want to through your children's life into chaos!"

I am now sitting on a booster chair. I have taken the double set of Jailhouse Lawyer's Manuals, added the Office Depot catalog to fill the box, and topped it with my fake velour blanket and now my elbows are at table height instead of cutting on the edge of the table. I really want to get all this stuff on paper.  ¶ 10:51 AM