Dear Sunday,
August 16, 2020. Elvis is still dead.
Love,
Kevin
(16 August 2020)
Dear Sunday,
August 16, 2020. Elvis is still dead.
Love,
Kevin
(16 August 2020)
Dear Sunday,
I should never read after I’ve been editing. Occupational hazard and all that.
Love,
Kevin
(9 August 2020)
Dear Sunday,
Even the music is mixed up today.
Love,
Kevin
(2 August 2020)
Dear Sunday,
Late-night jazz on a Sunday morning. It works.
Love,
Kevin
(26 July 2020)
Dear Sunday,
Looks like it’s time to go to the store again. But didn’t I just do that?
Love,
Kevin
(19 July 2020)
Dear Sunday,
Direct at last.
Love,
Kevin
(12 July 2020)
Dear Sunday,
Summer. Right on schedule.
Love,
Kevin
(5 July 2020)
Dear Sunday,
Sun or rain isn’t such a difficult choice. Whichever one you want, I’ll go along with it.
Love,
Kevin
(28 June 2020)
Dear Sunday,
Okay, this is a little better. No sneaking in rain later in the day, though.
Love,
Kevin
(21 June 2020)
Dear Sunday,
Seriously—two days in a row now. How did I remove the mask without removing the mask?
Love,
Kevin
(14 June 2020)