Ben has begun his cross-Canada biking adventure. I have begun my “get house ready for people renting is while I’m away” adventure. Not quite so much fun.
Anyway, Ben has been sending me periodic text messages. They’re very sweet, because he’s never texted before (he didn’t have a cellphone before last Friday, when I got him one), so they’re poorly spelt in an entirely endearing way, like:
its nice heare and i made a big fire gning to sleep now ill text xyou tommorrow lots now that i jnow how
Owen sound geading tno wairton love ben
The lack of commas also makes them sound like he’s shouting them drunkenly from far away for some reason. I do miss him.