I haven't been in touch with you lately. These past few months my friends have been absent on the table on the monthly meetings, and all that's left in the remaining seats are those that have yet to sit at the head of the table. Conversations among the others have dwindled so, too. So I've decided to talk to June about this, and he says that I tired them too much with my questions about myself, and that if I hadn't talked to him he would have been gone too by the time July was at the head. He said, "pay attention to who's at the head of the table. I guess I'll see you when July comes...it's so frustrating that you're paying attention to me now when no gathering's been scheduled."
How's the weather? Outside, a maelstrom is coming, I can smell the rain stampeding in. I'd like to go outside and meet it, but I have a deadline with this magazine for which I occasionally write. Oh, it's just stuff they assign me. Sometimes stuff that catch my fancy, but lately it's all been assignments. But I think I'll sit outside a while and mull over things. The colors are nicely bleak outside, a nostalgic faded Coca-Cola ad.
That's as much sentimentality as I can get at for now. Write me a response if your brain should start functioning again. Apparently, you need a different kind of fix.
