What if I called in sick.

No, can’t do that.  Not with me going out of town next week.  Need to let them know about that, by the way.  First email I send this morning, or at EOD.

Many of the new conversations, dead.  Thank the Universe.  Need quiet.  Tired of messages and timing, humans… sorry, had to say it.

Little chill, maybe should get another sweater.  Thinking of some people and their insistence on seeing something unfavorable. What is it in their circuitry that realizes such reality?  Huh…..

One more sip.  OH never mind, already sipped it.

News annoying me, so is the house.  Need characters, ones made up.  Hmmm, the Mona novel.