Here’s another Sunday letter, coming to you in the night. Had a good day today. Dinner with the fam was relatively painless. I must be on my grandmother’s good side these days because she again brought up the idea of paying for me to go to Spain a little bit. At this point, I’m thinking I want to, perhaps some week or so in December or, I don’t know. I don’t know your schedule. You will have to tell me what would work for you, if I’d just be in the way or not, if there’d be an affordable place for me to stay over there, or a squat or whatever… When it comes down to it, I could make the thing work, we would just have to go over the details and see if it would be practical for you.
My health is improving on the meds. It’s important that I stay on them. A big discovery is that I do well on cough drops, actually—when I get coughed up at night and am in need of tea. The cough drops do me right.
Liz’s cat is ridiculously big and fluffy for two years old, my God! Very sweet.
Okay sweetheart. Hope this small note reaches you in good morning spirits. L, g.