Progress report

Typed in a few more letters today—hit one of the love letters. It’s a bit funny to me because my parents were very much not romantic people, but my grandfather could knock out a My Darling Dearest I Love You More Each Day like nobody’s business! I was joking with some friends that it was a bit like a less-gothic Gomez and Morticia Addams.

But with the occasional “Why the hell haven’t you written!?!” cable for variety.