Long, long day...

Dear Nicky,

This morning we left to drop you off at Granny's so she could watch you while Mom and I went to have our (prospective) new house examined by a building inspector. He was very thorough and I liked him a lot. He reminded me of Gil Grissom from CSI.

Anyway, we drive an hour west to Granny's, then backtrack a half hour east again, hang around for three hours almost while this guy made a really thorough inspection, then drive another half hour west back to Granny's where we have a bite to eat, then drive an hour east to come home. We barely had anything to eat all day. I think Granny managed to get some food in you, but I doubt it was much

The house itself is really pretty nice. There's some minor stuff that we'd like the owner to address, but nothing major, although maybe we can get him to knock off a few bucks more. I'll tell you one thing, it'll be nice to be out in the burbs. There's a nice backyard, and maybe we can get a dog. We think you like animals. Granny has a cat named Nigel, which you apparently patted gently all the while we were gone. We'll probably take him when we move into this new house. When we were leaving Granny's you took some sips from a cup again. Good progress!

Love,
Dad