You have to write something funny for a change. Stop creeping people out with your depressions and strangeness. Right; let’s tell them about the nice old lady from the bakery that gives us the most amazing smile every day when we buy bread from her shop. Well, that could work but let’s try something funnier. Oh, I know, we should tell them about the bartender that hops around like a frog in distress every time he sees Ephia and plays with her minutes in a row, forgetting about his other customers. That could do it too but I still want more. Hmmm, what about our neighbor downstairs that wears slippers all year round, even when it snows? Wait, back up for a minute. Does it snow in Florence? Well, no, but I am sure he would still wear them; he does wear that huge trench coat with slippers while riding his scooter in December, so a little snow wouldn’t stop him. And you know, it did snow heavily here, three years ago but I have no idea what he wore that winter. I wish I could have lived in the building that year, although there is no doubt in my mind that he was in his slippers.
Ah, who am I kidding, no funny thoughts today, but I will do my best for tomorrow. Just hang in there, happy and funny thoughts will get here, even if it means that we have to wait for another 353 days.
