Dear Sunday,
I notice that nobody ever tells us not to fold, spindle, or mutilate anymore.
Love,
Kevin
(14 August 2022)
Life
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
At least nothing broke today.
Love,
Kevin
(13 August 2022)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Sorry about that. One of those days.
Love,
Kevin
(12 August 2022)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
I hate it when the remote hides between the cushions.
Love,
Kevin
(8 August 2022)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Looks like somebody’s cranking up the sun again.
Love,
Kevin
(7 August 2022)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
So I had to send in a few more forms—but at least they’re finally doing something with this one.
Love,
Kevin
(6 August 2022)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Two days to come up with a title. I must be slipping.
Love,
Kevin
(4 August 2022)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
August already? All right, Monday…
Love,
Kevin
(1 August 2022)
And then I came home (a poem)
Some days pop up in memory…
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Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
It’s never a good sign when they let too much silliness slip into the formula. Makes me think they should have stopped after season six.
Love,
Kevin
(31 July 2022)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 