Missing you...

Dear son,

You and your mom are in Florida. She called earlier today and described what it's like down there. It sounds very nice. I'm not lonely, but I miss your mom. Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself when I'm all alone and I don't have to do anything. Tomorrow I may devil some eggs. See, my father, a generous and well meaning soul, gave us three dozen eggs when we were visiting your grandparents in New Hampshire. It's nice of him, I suppose, but what kind of thinking goes into making a present to someone of three dozen eggs? I'll try not to perplex you as much as my father perplexes me.

Love,
Dad