Dear Monday,
So bright, but so cold. You can only be Monday.
Love,
Kevin
(25 February 2019)
Dear Monday,
So bright, but so cold. You can only be Monday.
Love,
Kevin
(25 February 2019)
Dear Sunday,
I hadn’t realized today was Napfest 2019. Now that it’s done, I can go back to not paying any attention to the Oscars.
Love,
Kevin
(24 February 2019)
Dear Saturday,
I swear, y’all are just playing with me. You seem very Sunday-like today.
Love,
Kevin
(23 February 2019)
Dear Thursday,
We had quite the busy day, didn’t we? Are you sure you’re not Friday?
Love,
Kevin
(21 February 2019)
Apropos of nothing, I finally took my typewriter to have it properly cleaned and serviced. Because the only shop in the Seattle area that works on typewriters is in Bremerton and I live north of Seattle, it was a half-day trip: about one hour on the ferry each way, waiting for the better part of an hour for the ferry trip back, travel time to and from the ferry docks—and maybe ten minutes at most at the repair shop to drop off the typewriter and get an estimate. I will be doing this again in about three weeks.
(21 February 2019)
Dear Monday,
Well, at least you and the government have the day off, right?
Love,
Kevin
(18 February 2019)
Dear Sunday,
Yeah, I got nothin’.
Love,
Kevin
(17 February 2019)
Dear Saturday,
All this rain, but there’s still snow on the ground.
Love,
Kevin
(16 February 2019)
Dear Thursday,
Can you succeed where Wednesday failed?
Love,
Kevin
(14 February 2019)
Dear Monday,
Shouldn’t you be doing something about the weather right now?
Love,
Kevin
(11 February 2019)