Just about done...

Dear son,

Whew. Today's Herculean labors began at around nine this morning and except for a brief bite to eat did not end till around six this evening. I rerouted the cable from one side of the room to the other. Nailing those little clips into the baseboard was like driving spikes into granite, for some reason; the nails did not want to go into the wood. Then I move a bunch of furniture, vacuumed, move some more stuff, vacuumed, assembled your crib, broke down all the cardboard boxes and Styrofoam, and vacuumed some more. Then I reconnected all the computer and modem stuff, then went to the grocery store, and now here I am. That crib was really a two-man job, but I made it look easy all by my lonesome. I'll sleep well tonight, I can tell you that. Tomorrow I'll be paring down a huge pile of magazines and papers and receipts and stuff like that. But the hard part is over, except for raising you for the next twenty years or so. Just kidding, me boyo.

Love,
Dad