Back Tomorrow




Back tomorrow thank goodness. 
Used to be I could talk on the phone for hours, and skype. These things were decent enough stand ins. Nutritious enough not to die, but no more. I gotta have the real thing. Kisses on the cheek and watching a movie on the couch. Eating dinner together and talking nonsense, that’s the ticket. 

It’s almost certainly the only thing that matters. 
I think I’m out of clever things to say. 
So it goes. 




Yours &c.          Bozo