Slept In.

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Welcome to "the engines of my love," a regular review of why I love you, Martha Ellyn Sharp Nelson, and no other woman.

I love you because on your way to work you brought Rob by the house to catch the bus to school. It is not very often I am so tired I set the alarm clock for PM when it should be AM. I did enjoy the sleep associated with the fact I slept in. However, I was very glad Rob came in and woke me up. The way he did it, was almost like he had been instructed to go in and `Ask Dad why he didn't leave early' as was expected.

I didn't get to the Bureau in Austin until 9:00 AM. I usually arrive by 7:30 or 7:45. However, I worked an hour and a half extra in the evening, and it worked out great. In fact, I am usually so tired I probably do not perform as well as if I were to sleep in and stay a little latter in the evening. And the good part is I was awake enough I wanted to go to Joel T's and listen to Glen Alyn and cohorts as they played guitars, violin, harmonica's, and sang. It was a fun evening, even if Roice wasn't able to join with me. I look forward to taking Melanie out with me some Thursday evenings once she starts at UT. I realize this presupposes the B.E.G. wants to extend my contract. As you know, I am always the optimist.

Even when I sleep in (and you know I do not like to sleep in unless you are laying on my shoulder), I do try to find a silver lining.

Guess this is why, even if Melanie and Sara are at friend's houses, and Rob is staying with you, leaving me in a big old house alone with Einstein, I don't dwell on always being lonely. Rather, I get after some work or reading which interests me, or maybe I dream about the time when we get through the chaos of divorce and find there are two independent people, who know very well they can live without each other, and who choose not to because life is more fun and interesting together. Why do I continue to live in a daydream? Because I love you.

I'm interested in sharing why I love you. I know how important the written word is to you, and if you ever feel neglected, ignored, or unloved, and would like an up-to-date bound copy of these lovelets or any subset of these lovelets for any purpose you might have come to mind, please tell me or e-mail your request to rnelson@walden3d.com with the request 'lovelet update.'

With all my love,
Roice

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Copyright © 1997 H. Roice Nelson, Jr.