brothers, and sons

Not feeling great (physically), alone and broke, do not am(ing) all over the place, not a single idea for a Wednesday post, and this shows up.

Cameron, on the left, driving his mother who was visiting in Montana over to her other son Spenser, on the right, way over on the western border of Idaho. Cameron calls Monday afternoon to tell me he’s with Spenser – which happens as often as Haley’s Comet – and I say, “Please take a picture,” and he says for sure, and at some point yesterday afternoon I remember and realize I didn’t get it, they must have forgot, and at 7:45 last night it appears, as if by some magic, in the ‘message’ box.

And I’d been feeling there was nothing to say.