Today begins an official period of some pretty serious goo foffing. (For the uninitiated, that’s how you spell it around here.) The turtles started begging last week. I have no idea who snitched but at Goose Lake there are few secrets.
We had a talk and I believe they understood. I’m going to keep an eye on them though.
I will remain in touch but it’s possible I won’t entertain a meritorious thought over the course of the coming days. You, on the other hand, may be miming applause for the break in the routine, and I don’t hold that against you. You are at all times thoughtful, sweet, responsive, and supportive. What an opportunity for you to turn to other pursuits for a while and take for granted that I’m around sand, books, and refreshments, though not necessarily in that order.
P.S. The turtles took it rather too quietly. I have an uneasy feeling . . .