What can YOU say in six sentences?
Morning like an Easter Sunday with much accomplished of no consequence, I like that intangible tang of citrus fragrance that hangs in the air. Too many hours I just want to sleep in, but not on an Eastery day. Lately, paid my house rent, the water bill, picked up my replacement passport, and though I haven’t yet received Mike’s package, there is still hope as I recall receiving a Christmas card from my ex-sister-in-law long ago one day in March coming forth like some ghost escaped from postal red tape. He said it would provide a smile, but I’m smiling now, and hoping his gift has the strength of a hearty laugh, the kind always promised for “one day, when you look back on this time.” I am witnessing many nasty occurrences, and some that are just slightly short of innocence, but not overly malintended, and as it is in my way of thinking, I feel, therefore, I am. I will keep smiling, but will not reveal its provenance to all as you, who matter most, already know.