We are picking up our neighbor's mail while they are on vacation. I find other people's mail so much more interesting than my own, don't you? I've had this poem for a while, thought I'd share it with you.
by Rhina P. Espaillat
Your father and I wish to commend youon the wisdom of your choices and the flawless conduct of your life.
Where is the full-length manuscript you promised us? Your check is waiting. The presses are ready and the bookstores are clamoring for delivery.
This convention is tedious beyond belief: the hotel is swarming with disgustingly overexposed women far too young to have dignity or any minds at all.
The results of your blood tests reveal that your problem stems from a diet dangerously low in pizza and chocolate.
You were right about everything and I was an idiot not to listen.
Does it make you think of any letters that you need to write?
Thanks for your well-wishes for today. All went well, although by 6 pm I was in my pjs with a drink... Tomorrow is another day...