It’s the same old story. We’ve been working our tails off. I’ve lost count of how many weekends we’ve worked through or how many hours I put in through the course of a work day. We’re working like sweatshop slaves.
That’s not the whole story. I have been too sad for words. I just can’t manage any more loss and I can’t articulate the last one. Beyond that, I don’t have anything to say that would be worth hearing or anything to write that would be worth reading.
Oddly, the monotony of my work is comforting. I found an interesting study in the debate over voluntary vs involuntary addiction. I’m still happily married. My remaining siblings, extended family, quasi relatives, politics, and the general state affairs continues to inspire exasperation. I bought a bundt pan, which means I made a cake, that I may, or may not, have had more than my fair share of. An old acquaintance from a distant life sent me a note, causing me to feel happy at the post office.
Happy at the Post Office, that could be used in a variety of applications for a bunch of misbehaving characters mailing unauthorized things- blackmail notes, ransom notes for underwear that’s been stolen from clotheslines, substances that permanently ruin the recipients over-priced outfit and manicure, cryptic one word letters that arrive in random order to form an unsettling message. Perhaps two of the characters would meet in line at the post office, over time, and begin an awkward, passionless affair that was something to do to alleviate the boredom of their otherwise meaningless existances. Maybe the postmaster would witness one of his difficult employees the victim of a random act of violence due to long lines and slow service; the customer slaps the employee upside the head causing a persistent ringing in the ears resulting in the employee’s disability leave thereby solving a difficult personnel problem for the postmaster. Happy at the Post Office has potential but right now I don’t have the energy or the inclination. Maybe later. Wishing all of you happiness at the post office or anywhere else you happen to be.