Letters for Muscles

February 25

My Dearest Muscles,

It seems every night I think, “Wow, I’ve survived another day.” Seems dramatic, but it’s so hard. Trying to do this without you is just short of impossible. I’m ready for sleep, but that’s not happening either.

Chandler told me you’re all settled in at the complex, at least until you’re on the move again. I wish I could start sending you things, but I know that nobody can know where you are. I’ve planned out entire packages that I could send you. It keeps my mind off of everything else.

Winston’s doing really well. Chandler and I took him to get groomed, and he’s looking really sharp and happy (there’s a picture at the bottom, isn’t he cute?).

I’m trying to keep busy by just doing things around the Hangar. I hung some of our wedding photos in my office next to the pictures of my mom.

I’ll admit that I’ve been watching a lot of television. I’ve watched enough B-rate romance movies I could throw up. I’ve even got a schedule of shows I like. It’s so embarrassing.

Overall, everyone’s doing really well. We’re pushing ahead as far as planning goes.

Yours Lovingly,
Blondie