Dear Sunday,
It’s strange sometimes, to think of all the things we do on purpose.
Love,
Kevin
(30 August 2020)
Dear Sunday,
It’s strange sometimes, to think of all the things we do on purpose.
Love,
Kevin
(30 August 2020)
Dear Saturday,
I do not remember asking for a wake-up call…
Love,
Kevin
(29 August 2020)
Dear Friday,
How long does it take for bullshit to dissipate?
Love,
Kevin
(28 August 2020)
Dear Thursday,
I’m thinking tacos.
Love,
Kevin
(27 August 2020)
Dear Wednesday,
Interesting. Afternoons may be saying summer, but mornings are all about autumn.
Love,
Kevin
(26 August 2020)
Dear Tuesday,
Another autumn-like morning. Appropriate.
Love,
Kevin
(25 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 Saturday,
Some leave. Some find a new home.
Love,
Kevin
(22 August 2020)
Dear Friday,
Well, some things are moving along.
Love,
Kevin
(21 August 2020)