The Letter, Part II

It’s been a full week since my little postal experiment. So far, I’m the only one who’s noticed. Therefore, the only one who has learned anything is me. Though I’m not sure exactly what the take home lesson is. Unfortunately, I’ve now got to check for medical bills I’m expecting. So experiment over, null hypothesis…

OK, I promise to knock off the “M ±” stuff after this entry. I suspect it comes from watching too much Babylon 5. Then again, I’m not sure it’s possible to watch too much Babylon 5. The Younger Sister called this morning to let me know she was now well into the coughing/sneezing/nose-blowing portion of…

A plane down in Queens. I know better, but my mind jumps ahead of events. It’s telling how much I (and others) are still affected by September 11. Never before would I have immediately put terrorism at the top of my list of differentials. But I recognize this as a weakness in myself, and am…

I make poor assumptions, including the fact that my diary is so fascinating that anyone who stumbles across it will be compelled to read it from start to finish. By way of background, I live in an apartment. There are no water connections outside. There are no electrical outlets outside. There are only cherries outside….

I came home from running errands Tuesday to find the next door neighbors parked in the spot I’d left next to our garage. Yesterday The Prof told me he’d spotted the neighbors outside late at night with a small black puppy, trying to get it to attend to its business. I quipped to The Prof…

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