Spoke to Mike

The letter to Barry is stamped, but I hope to accompany it with at least four more letters, I’m quite behind after my weeks of inertia. Mary, gAlex, mOm and pOp are all in the queue. I like looking at a spray of fifty stamps on the kitchen wall, and every time I send a letter, it erodes away, showing that pandemic or no, I can brighten someone’s day with a few scraps of paper. hope Barry likes his, it’s almost 1500 words long, lol.

Mike is not great, but who the hell is. He gets to prepare the orientation and training documents for the people that he’s going to be training to replace him, isn’t life nommy. Learned from him that there is a global shortage of breakers? weird.

I wrote 700 words in the UPSUN universe to day on one project and I’m still having fun with the conlang – poor Dave, bent his ear off with it the other day.

I am not doing all that great, but as long as I’m writing contentment is in arm’s reach.

Anybody talk

I see you coming
there’s no place I can go
You’ll sit beside me
mouth moving to and fro
I’d like to go somewhere
maybe go for a walk
’cause I’m not really in the mood to listen to anybody talk

I’ve heard of places you’re not allowed to speak
Think I’ll check into one, I sure could use it for a week
I’ve been so busy, I’ve had no time to take stock
And I’m not really in the mood to listen to anybody talk

Cancelled the party, maybe you think it’s rude
there’s no excuse for it, I’m just not in the mood
Did it really come as that much of a shock
that I’m not really in the mood to listen to myself talk
Not really in the mood to listen to anybody
Not really in the mood to listen to anybody
Not really in the mood to listen to anybody
Not really in the mood to listen to anybody
Talk

I was childless and living in Amedeo Garden Court in the back building when I wrote this. It was for a woman I should not have attempted to befriend. More would be rude; I certainly wish her well, wherever she is.