Today's mail brought four books from Amazon and a letter from my mother, written months ago but only sent now about her childhood growing up but why she never sold our house until I was 23, that brought tears to my eyes. I'm waiting for my phone to work so I can give her a call before she goes to bed (or finds a rerun of "What not to Wear" because
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