Dear Thursday,
Methinks the question needs an update…
Love,
Kevin
(24 January 2019)
Dear Thursday,
Methinks the question needs an update…
Love,
Kevin
(24 January 2019)
Dear Monday,
I almost missed you. With you in your holiday clothes, I thought you were Sunday, and I got confused.
Love,
Kevin
(21 January 2019)
Dear Sunday,
Now back to the countdown.
Love,
Kevin
(20 January 2019)
Dear Saturday,
Finally a decent night’s sleep! Now back to work…
Love,
Kevin
(19 January 2019)
Dear Thursday,
Bad! Bad Thursday!
And the long day begins…
Love,
Kevin
(17 January 2019)
Dear Monday,
Whatever happened to Molly Hatchet?
Love,
Kevin
(14 January 2019)
Dear Sunday,
Will Barry White be making an appearance this week?
Love,
Kevin
(13 January 2019)
Dear Saturday,
You’re looking quite chipper this morning.
Love,
Kevin
(12 January 2019)
Dear Thursday,
And the long day begins…
Love,
Kevin
(10 January 2019)
Warning: This is kind of long (and mostly unedited)…
So, despite the strange way 2019 is starting out, I am beyond glad to have seen 2018 come to an end.
The year 2018 was a veritable shitstorm (dumpster fire is too neatly contained)—and more volatile than the current stock market. What could go wrong went wrong; when something went right, it felt as though it came at considerable cost.