Actually, that's not true because I actually write back eventually. I would be the worst if I lost the letters, or purposefully burned them... Or fed them to my pet alpaca that I keep in my basement. But I don't do those things. So I'm just barely above the worst. But I'm still pretty bad.
But my ranking on the treacherous pen pal hierarchy is besides, if not far away from, the point.
The point is that I have a crap ton of letters sitting on my desk that I have yet to respond to, from my brother and his companions and from my friend in Chicago and so on and so forth. They probably think I'm dead. Or forgotten them... And I promise I haven't! Do you hear me guys! I haven't forsaken you! I'm working on it - in the most pokey way possible.
You know what would be better than writing about the letters I need to write? Actually writing them. Who'd uh-thunk.
Guess I should hop off then.
Shalom and many blessings to you and your family.
p.s. I think my Thought of the Day idea has died... By the end of the day? I have no ideas. Philosophy sucks me dry of any original thought.
p.p.s. Speaking of Philosophy, here's a thought from your friendly neighborhood Philosoraptor:
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