And the week begins...

Dear Nicky,

This morning your ST came over. You did okay, but spit up your milk halfway through. After she left, you and Mom went on some errands, which included fixing your glasses. They're much better now. I got a file cabinet delivered, and later set up my computer finally with its hard drive, printer, and extra burner. You're climbing in and out of the Hole with ease now. We're looking for some nanny help, fruitlessly so far. Junie was her usual difficult self this evening. You ate a number of pieces of chicken. Well done.

Love,
Dad