NO MONDAY WITH MELITAS
The old bag is all tuckered out. Her peepers would not stay closed last night, and she
had not finished typing her words of wisdom. And you sure wouldn’t want to see a
picture of her in living color. I wouldn’t say it was living, or color either for that matter.
She was up in the night roaming around at midnight mixing a mug of Swiss Miss
hot chocolate. This ordinarily does the trick for sleep, but then she was still wide-eyed at
at 4 AM so tried another shot of little Miss Swiss —- all for nought. It was 4 o’clock.
Maybe she should’ve tried that other stuff that she sips at 4 o’clock in the afternoon hours.
Please don’t be too hard on her for messing with your time when you read “Mondays
with —-.”
Signed, Her Alter Ego.
Was looking forward to hear how you and the Warden were doing. Good thing I got you that Swiss Miss so you could attempt to get some rest from your temporary position as the Warden. Not so easy, is it??? Get up off your duff and write some more. Love, Marcie
Dear Mena,
I was so sorry not to read another of your wonderful memories. I hope you start to sleep better.
I love you,
Maxine
Happy Thanksgiving to both of you!
OH GOSH NO MEMORIES FROM YOU . WELL I HOPE YOU ARE SLEEPING BETTER AND READY FOR THANKSGIVING . THE WARDEN IS A GOOD COOK AND I AM SURE YOU ARE TO . HAVE A BLESSED THANKSGIVING AND ENJOY .
HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU ON MONDAY . HUGS