Dear Monday,
It feels like autumn this morning.
Love,
Kevin
(24 August 2020)
Dear Monday,
It feels like autumn this morning.
Love,
Kevin
(24 August 2020)
Dear Sunday,
May those who cursed us by wishing we would live in interesting times live in even more interesting times when this is over.
Love,
Kevin
(23 August 2020)
Dear Thursday,
Where did I put the stamps?
Love,
Kevin
(20 August 2020)
Dear Monday,
Let’s finish this.
Love,
Kevin
(17 August 2020)
Dear Sunday,
August 16, 2020. Elvis is still dead.
Love,
Kevin
(16 August 2020)
Dear Thursday,
Okay! This is Thursday, and it’s the 13th. I think I’m caught up now.
Love,
Kevin
(13 August 2020)
Dear Monday,
And now for a short break.
Love,
Kevin
(10 August 2020)
Dear Sunday,
I should never read after I’ve been editing. Occupational hazard and all that.
Love,
Kevin
(9 August 2020)
Dear Thursday,
Ah, rain!
Love,
Kevin
(6 August 2020)
Dear Monday,
I secretly didn’t want to have to worry about it anyway.
Love,
Kevin
(3 August 2020)