Dear Sunday,
Looks like you started to get sleepy at about the same time I did. Nap time?
Love,
Kevin
(5 March 2017)
Dear Sunday,
Looks like you started to get sleepy at about the same time I did. Nap time?
Love,
Kevin
(5 March 2017)
Dear Sunday,
You don’t need the Monday disguise—I know it’s you…
Love,
Kevin
(26 February 2017)
Dear Sunday,
The deadline is within reach. But I will need coffee first…
Love,
Kevin
(19 February 2017)
Dear Sunday,
A day of art, poetry, and art. No wonder I’m ready for a nap…
Love,
Kevin
(12 February 2017)
Dear Sunday,
Well, that deadline isn’t going to meet itself…
Love,
Kevin
(5 February 2017)
Dear Sunday,
Well, that deadline isn’t going to meet itself…
Love,
Kevin
(29 January 2017)
Dear Sunday,
Well, that didn’t work. But the sleep I eventually got was worth it.
Love,
Kevin
(22 January 2017)
Dear Sunday,
The only thing that could make this a better day would be if it were 60º F instead of 35.
Love,
Kevin
(15 January 2017)
Dear Sunday,
Let’s see: Mercury is direct again, it’s raining heavily, and I sliced my finger on what used to be my favorite coffee cup when I was throwing out the trash. I’m going to cut you a break—this time…
Love,
Kevin
(8 January 2017)
Dear Sunday,
Happy New Year! I’ll attribute my thinking you were Monday to the horror that was 2016…
Love,
Kevin
(1 January 2017)