Letter to Erin 20150704

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hi Erin!  Ah, it's a lovely day today.  The temperature is nice and cool, and I am at my happiest (as happy can be) when the temperature is perfect, when I'm neither sweating nor freezing.  The perfect feeling.  What is the "perfect feeling"?  What can the "perfect feeling" be to someone who doesn't know what happiness is?  Right now, here in Malaysia, is after the rain.  A glimpse of happiness from the One most Gracious, most Merciful.

I just downloaded some pdf novels.  The stuff I grew up with.  What was that?  Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, and Enid Blyton's Famous Five, "Mystery of" series, "of Adventure" series, and Malory Towers.  Oh dear, I grew up on girly books.  I wanted to be one of the girls in Malory Towers!  If I had been, I would never have left, and everybody there would have gotten pregnant.  Except the teachers.  Well, Sherlock Holmes is kind of macho, don't you think?  He didn't bend steel bars with his teeth, though.

I let Bob Cat loose after a night in the cage.  He didn't have that many ear mites.  Boy, that cat is strong.  He wrestled out of his restraining collar through sheer brute strength.  I had to pin him down with my entire weight in order to clean his ears.  At times I thought he would lift me up and throw me.  He doesn't like anything in his ears.  Plus, he probably doesn't know his own strength, which is why he shreds his ears over a few ear mites.

It's raining again!  I probably won't go to the mosque tonight if this rain keeps up.  I hope you are taking care of your health, and getting plenty of beauty rest.  You are my girl, Erin.  I love you, and I need you.