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Without any idea what is going on in your lives, I thought, as I prepare to return home for a day, that I’d post this little ditty to lighten a hungarian heart or two.

Ellen: My phone died. I should have charged it in anticipation of your call. I could call you back, of course. But I think I’ll wait to hear from you again on the blog. Maybe you can let me know when you might want to talk again. Anytime is good for me.

Now I’m going to feed the chicks and then get back to the outboard motor that’s been sitting broken on the side of this house for several years.

I guess you’ve got your book. Great day to read. No sun. Wet.

It was really nice to her your voice. You sound more … I don’t know … feminine.

I love you.

David