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Dear Constant Reader #2
Ah, my dear Constant Reader. How are you? Not sick? Getting enough exercise? Proper Nutrition? Kids doing well? Good, good. I’m glad.
I almost feel bad beckoning you to this article, which, as you’re about to find out, is completely void of any substance whatsoever. I’d at least send you off with a hot cup of joe to make it worth your while, but unfortunately, smell-o-vision and 3D printing just aren’t there yet. Soon. Soon.
Some days, there just isn’t much to say. It can feel that way at least. Somebody somewhere always has something to say. Not me. Not today. And yet, the world spins on. And part of the job of the writer is to have things to say, whether they come easily or not. Today is one of the not so easy days.
As I write this, I’m watching a light snow drift down past the bay windows of my apartment in Cincinnati, Ohio. It’s an old, New England style mansion that’s ben split into four units. Our unit encompasses the whole second floor, and by itself, is a staggering 3,000 square feet- split four ways. My guess is eleven people live in this house, and I still don’t know which one of them controls the heat.
It’s cold here, but it feels good. I’ve been feeling a little cold and blue myself. Nothing like unemployment to make one feel…
