Dear Sunday,
I should never read after I’ve been editing. Occupational hazard and all that.
Love,
Kevin
(9 August 2020)
Dear Sunday
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Even the music is mixed up today.
Love,
Kevin
(2 August 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Late-night jazz on a Sunday morning. It works.
Love,
Kevin
(26 July 2020)
Dear Sunday…
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…
Dear Sunday,
Direct at last.
Love,
Kevin
(12 July 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Summer. Right on schedule.
Love,
Kevin
(5 July 2020)
Dear Sunday…
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…
Dear Sunday,
Okay, this is a little better. No sneaking in rain later in the day, though.
Love,
Kevin
(21 June 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Seriously—two days in a row now. How did I remove the mask without removing the mask?
Love,
Kevin
(14 June 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
It just occurred to me that all of the Back to the Future trilogy now takes place entirely in the past.
Love,
Kevin
(7 June 2020)
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