On the run...

Dear Nicky,

Every other Wednesday is when the cleaning people come and we have to go on the run so that they can do their thing. It's okay now that it's summer, but we need to figure something out when the weather gets cold. Their timing was perfect this time, though. They came after your lunch, and after I changed you. Usually they come right during a feeding or an especially gigantic diaper change. We went downstairs and took a nice walk and then sat and read some. My nose has felt like its had razor blades stuck up in it all day. I hope yours doesn't feel the same. I hope it's just allergies and not a cold, and I hope you don't get it. But then again maybe I caught it from you; you've been sneezing and snorting, too. Oh, man, I worry so much about you. I hope I'm taking good enough care of you.

Love,
Dad