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Late at Night

It's 1:05 am on an early Thursday morning. I worked until midnight and am up late as usual. It's nice and quite and there is rain falling outside. I have been messing with my blog design all day. Before work, during work, and after work. I know, I am always tiring of the same 'ole, same 'ole. I get very bored easily. It's very annoying. I am bored with work, bored at home, bored with the same damn routine.

On a happy note, my son finally remembered where he lives. I think he was gone almost 2 weeks. In that respect, he is like his father. I didn't think he took after him in any way but; I can say that in that way he does. It wasn't unusual to go for weeks before you would hear from him. Thank God, he isn't like that now. Now my son is doing it. Actually, he has been doing it for some time. Oh, and on his adventure, he caught a fish in his bare hands while swimming with friends at the lake. He even stopped long enough to take a picture of it and text it to me. Proof that he does think of his family after all :-)















Here is another picture I took this morning. Kendra looked so darn cute I had to take it.

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