Late night redesign.
Amy calls it a bee in the bonnet. I prefer to think of it as a wasp in the helmet. I get going on something like this and I just want to keep going. Ah well, I had fun. I have been learning a lot about web design over the last months and I wanted to have my hand at a few changes. Its still in the works, but let me know what you think.
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Good morning, Mr. Poodoo. Remember that name? You were not much older than Brighton when Dad started calling you that. And you had just started sleeping through the whole night. Ahhhh. Sleep. The first thing I noticed about your redesign is that you have an additional loop in the rope or string around your own head. One more loop that wasn't there before. Maybe I am thinking loops today because I was reintroduced to knots on this Outward Bound experience. We slept under tarps instead of tents. Matthew, your mother was the oldest person in the group, which is becoming common in these experiences I embark on. We packed up in the dark and the rain and crossed talus and skree off trail on a high mountain pass and I stretched and I loved and I miss you and would love to hold Brighton. Almost as much, I would like to look into Amy's eyes and tell her she is brave and good. And I would like to touch your strong, tan arm and tell you I love you. son. my son. good day.
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