Day 279:
Well Conor, off we go again. Or me anyhow. I'm shoving off in the morning on my way back to Tampa to hopefully win this account once and for all. There was some talk about my being in Nashville on Thursday and I suppose at some level that could still happen, but it's far less likely now. Good news for me in that being away from you is the last place I want to be. Still, I have to go where the clients want me. At least for now.
In other news you seem to have gotten your funky little cough back and I'll tell you, I'm tired of it. I realize these are the trials of being a little dude in day care, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I just can't stand that you sound anything but healthy, especially after as hard as your mother worked to develop those tiny little lungs of yours. I swear to you, Boy'O, if I could take it all, I would.
Otherwise you're doing great! When I picked you up from daycare today I was surprised to see you sitting in the middle of the room all by yourself playing with a few blocks and minding your sweet very own business... I saw you in a whole new light in fact. You appeared to be such a big boy, Conor! When we're at home there's always one of us with you... But in daycare, when left up to your own devices you're your own man, Son. And once again, I was impressed.
I love you, Conor. I'll see you in the morning, then I'll see you on Thursday afternoon. Promise.
-Dad
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