Dear Sunday,
Too many interruptions last night.
Love,
Kevin
(9 November 2025)
Dear Sunday,
Too many interruptions last night.
Love,
Kevin
(9 November 2025)
Dear Thursday,
It occurs to me that if I were an athlete (hah!), then this would be my injury-plagued sophomore season.
Love,
Kevin
(6 November 2025)
Dear Monday,
My bad. I was being semi-productive.
Love,
Kevin
(4 November 2025)
Dear Sunday,
Glad to have my hour back—except for the waking up at 3:30, that is.
Love,
Kevin
(2 November 2025)
Dear Thursday,
Eyebrows are weird.
Love,
Kevin
(30 October 2025)
Dear Monday,
My bad. There was travel.
Love,
Kevin
(28 October 2025)
Dear Sunday,
FedEx arrives early again.
Love,
Kevin
(26 October 2025)
Dear Thursday,
I swear, some days the whole thing seems absurd.
Love,
Kevin
(23 October 2025)
Dear Monday,
You seem quite Tuesday-like today, for some reason.
Love,
Kevin
(20 October 2025)
Dear Sunday,
Say what you want, but I don’t call that sleep.
Love,
Kevin
(19 October 2025)