by Mica | Jan 27, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, I fell apart—again—the last two days for no particular reason, for many particular reasons, for one reason after another, for all the reasons piling on. I got angry and you know why. And I think I was justified. I also got irritated. Another thing you would...
by Mica | Jan 25, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, This getting up and writing to you has become a thing. I check my—sorry, our—book sales from the day before, see my Facebook ad spend, adjust accordingly, then look at my inbox and social media notifications while drinking my coffee. Sometimes I make it....
by Mica | Jan 24, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, I have to go to Home Depot today. Not only that, I have to go to Home Depot tomorrow. One the website tells me is 9.38 miles away because our local one does not have the last closet door we need. I also have to get the oil changed in your truck before I go...
by Mica | Jan 23, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, Yesterday I determined to have a good day. I posted a blog that was more upbeat, less depressing, yet the day was another one where the tears popped up at every turn. I am so effing frustrated over so many things. I think once I have the taxes finished some...
by Mica | Jan 22, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, There’s a Guy Clark song, My Favorite Picture of You, that he wrote after the passing of his wife of forty years. She was a songwriter, as was he. I wonder if they shared an office, worked side by side, grabbing ideas from the ether at the same time,...
by Mica | Jan 21, 2018 | walt |
Dear Walt, I’m tired. Right after December 21st happened, I had very little trouble sleeping. I wish that were still the case. I’m so exhausted because I’m starting to have weird dreams, and because I have to keep my door shut (I hate sleeping with...
