Letters From Lawyer Camp - Part, Ur, Le Five

Day Seven. And so it goes.

This evening I made the usual call home and did the round of Llama-ette greetings. The five year old said (and I quote more or less):

At school today my teacher read us a story and then after that we got to put our heads down on the table and rest and I rested and had a dream that I was running to you and then that you were hugging me and we were all alone and I was so very happy because I miss you so much.

Pardon me for just a minute while I gash my arms with knives and pound my forehead into the keyboard.

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No, it doesn't really feel any better. Which doesn't mean I'm not going to keep doing it. Sigh....three more full days here and then home on Friday.