Epistles

Thanks, M, for your solidarity. *hugs & group shaking of fists* I've sent the USPS a lovely letter expressing my slavish desire to assist them in any way in getting D's box o' books to D. I'm postponing promises of extravagant retribution until the next letter.

And, no thanks, random Portuguese dude. I don't want that on a t-shirt.


Today's earrings: bees, typewriter keys

Bedtime reading: The Lost Lions, or, Having Opened the Wrong Envelope; Edward Gorey