One time I had to send a text to John's brother--John, the young man who was living with me off and on while I struggled to stay adult and focused on all the important everything. His brother was a vet, had been in Iraq and Afghanistan. I sent him the text and he didn't reply. I sent it again.
He wrote back: 5x5 lima charlie
I hear you five by five, lima charlie.
Loud and Clear. I've been listening and thinking and writing and things seem loud and clear.
I am back here at Euler, Not Venn. I am hoping for good things.
Right now, good things are a bichon poodle hybrid sleeping on my feet and a cup of hot chocolate. Amos Lee in the background. Kids going back to school in the morning. I have until Monday. My son, on his way to bed, asked what day of the week it was. That's a good vacation.