| Message | Dear Dov, there was a moth in the house tonight that was so big, if it hadn't been brown I'd have mistaken it for a flying rooster. I handed the whacker to your dad and said, "Kiwwit, kiwwit." Well, maybe not quite like that, but you know what I mean. We're having hot weather so the choice is either to open the doors and windows and entertain oversized, fluttery wildlife, or close everything and sweat like wart hogs - very unkosher. By the way, your yia yia went to her exercise class today. Things are looking up. We love you. It's too late to write to me, but maybe you could write to your dad. xoxoxoMom |