New Virus
Dear  [Lynn],
Hey you.
Did not get this message until this afternoon. There’s a new virus afoot. And the additional safeguards placed into the company email infrastructure probably delayed your letter by several hours. But it’s here now. Nice.
This probably does not apply to you since you don’t use MS Outlook. But watch for these nonetheless. I’d hate to see your computer corrupted. 
Busy day today. The parts came for Joann’s hot tub today, and I have repaired the blower motor. Works well. Now I just have to go up to her house and reinstall the motor. Hopefully, there are no other problems. That will probably be tomorrow.
We’re ready for the release tonight.
Grocery night too.
Clear day all day today. About 83 degrees right now with intensely sunny skies. The sun is very white right now.
The Nasdaq broke 4000, and is currently 4011. Nice.
Now, have you been neglecting Annie lately?
David Gates and Bread are performing this Sunday at Bland’s Park. It’s a free concert, and I’m sorry I’ll be getting home from Philly too late to attend. But I think Mom and Curt are going.
You ever hear that song, Bottle of Wine? I think it goes something like:
Bottle of wine
Bottle of wine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone
Let me go home
Let me go home and start over.
They just played it on the radio. Kind of cute.
Now what would stress Tabbo so much by just watching you working out? The fast, abrupt movements?
I think we should be truthful with people who ask how we met [on the Internet]. Sometimes the truth isn’t comfortable. And I am at a loss to completely explain why our Internet beginnings produces such discomfort when explaining it to others. Maybe subconsciously, we both feel that we cheated the dating system, and found each other too easily? I don’t now. Nonetheless, I’d be even more uncomfortable lying. We might just say to the inquiring minds that we’ll tell them about it sometime later.
Yes, I didn’t get up until about 8:05 today. Don’t know what was wrong. Guess I was just very tired.
Talk to you later, love.
Tom