A Summer Romance
You are not without knowing that I am having a very dull summer.
All my plans to trump boredom have fallen by the way side. I thought I would finally write my grand oeuvre, but instead, I’ve spent a lot of time complaining and the rest of it looking at myself in the mirror and thinking “how are we going mitigate that*.”
Granted, I have been sick with one of the most humiliating type of sicknesses there is, I am naming you, UTI, and I am sorry because I really, really, really tried to keep you out of it, thinking “well, they’re having a great summer, so don’t go and dampen their fun with your recounting the diary of your sprawling bacteria.”
But now I am thinking, if you are indeed having a great summer, let’s say you’re in Italy on an island with the love of your life, have packed perfectly and still fit in your bathing suit despite all the pasta, my depicting of my misadventures will be a reminder to enjoy your vacation and have all the linguine alle vongole for me.
(I had some in Remuer…