This is dad doing an update. I have the flu, and Steph has asked me to stay in the basement under "quarantine" until I can at least control my coughing. This is actually pretty lousy. I came home from work feeling all $h!tty and had to turn away when Quinn approached me. Something he's never seen me do. Dad starts ignoring him and next week mom is going to start work. Then it's no more being a mommas boy. And I feel for him. He's never been without his mother for more than a few hours. Some say it's good for him to be away from mom a little, but I don't think it makes a difference. I'm sad for him. I keep thinking of the little man who broke me down and simplified whats important in life. Now he's going to be without mom for the first time ever. Sorry Quinn.
In other news, I got to see my brother Tony fight in a mixed martial arts event. The man is in the best shape I've ever seen him in. Dad and Kim drove all the way from Virginia to see. I took video of the fight, but I won't post it on here. Some folks don't like the sport, and there is a particularly nasty right hook that ends the fight with a knock out... But perhaps just a quick clip of him singing the National Anthem before the event.
My little sister is now in Washington state at submarine base Bangor, and she's carrying out her pregnancy while missing home. Although, she's married now and lives with her husband, so I guess she is home. I just hope she makes good friends that will help her along while her husband is going to sea. Anytime you move away from family, good friends are the best you can hope for. Hope you're doing good Melihna.
And that goes for everyone else out there who still comes across this blog every now and then. Hope life is treating everyone well.