Last Monday no letter was sent to Ellen and Reid. It would have been too weird to arrive in Minnesota a day or so ahead of the arrival of the letter at Ellen’s house. Such a suspension isn’t entirely abnormal; no letters have been mailed the weeks I’ve visited either of the kids. Freedom from letters is okay once in a while.
That once in a while extends to today. Nothing will be mailed. This will be two Mondays in a row where no letter has been prepared, the longest such stretch since I’ve lived in Charlotte. I am literally at a loss for (written) words. But mentally I’m already headed down next week’s path; Reid is thinking about grad school and I want to make sure it’s for the right reasons, and Ellen has her own stressors. We had a good Thanksgiving week but the three of us are talked out. A break from the written routine never hurt anyone.