Letter to Erin 20151120

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

Hello, my beautiful Erin.  How are you feeling today?  Not too serious, I hope.  There's not much going on that's out of the usual over here.  I did a little yard work at my parents' house in the morning after tending to my crops.  Which was a good thing I suppose, because it rained after the Asr prayer.  I was about to cut the grass because it's high time I cut the grass over at your house inshaAllah, then I look at the horizon and saw all this blackness.  I debated with myself, would I have time to cut the grass before it rains, if it does rain.  Then I got overwhelmed by a tsunami of laziness, and used the dark clouds as an excuse to go over to Ina's restaurant and eat rice, which I had to do anyway today.  Which was a good thing I suppose, because it rained right after I got there.  The rain came slamming down, so I played Dragon Hills until the storm died down.

How's it going with you?  I hope they're giving you extra armed guard, because you are so precious to me.  You're my beautiful girl!  I love you and I need you.