about coffee to my
growling stomach.
and me? well, i’m
leaving for vacation
in just a bit. sure,
i’ll be doing that
right here, in bed,
with these books.
i take several a day,
realizing it’s not the
traditional way. but
i’m no fan of tropical
paradise. what’s to
like about a hot beach?
don’t listen to him. he
hasn’t gone anywhere
in over a decade. not
true. there was peru!
no tropical paradise,
but there’s a beach.
apparently, it’s where
surfing may or may not
have been invented.
what am i really doing,
you might (or might not)
ask. well, stalling, i sup
pose. my greatest skill
is procrastination. i’m a
bit under the weather
and i seem to have come
down with a case of hypo
chondriac. but it’s a disease
i’m pretty familiar with,
given that i was diagnosed
as a child. somehow it went
into remission for two or three
decades. but, hey, it’s back,
like vacations! that’ll be all
the questions for today, if
you don’t mind. you can
pick your phones, cameras
and various recording de
vices up in the hallway on
your way out. don’t be
strangers, my lovely papa
razzi. love you. see you
tomorrow?
