T: Back so soon, I see.
Me: If I don’t go forward I’ll be sucked back.
T: Still talking metaphors.
Me: I can’t mess with lah-ti-dah. This is real!
T: What have you done for you?
Me: I’m meeting my goal with the booklet.
T: Has that helped?
Me: At least it’s given me a string from day to day.
T: Good for you [us].
Me: But then I read he was mad at the Post Office for not charging more!
T: Pure evil?
Me: Yes…And before you ask, there’s something else I’m going to try.
Me: My arms are getting skeletal and as much as I hate it, I’m going to try and exercise maybe 5 minutes a day.
T: You should be able to have a success with that goal, also.
Me: But I’m concerned about my growing paranoia.
Me: Yes, I can see myself becoming suspicious of just about everybody and every thing.
T: Is it paranoia or the truth?
Me: It’s even worse if paranoia is the truth.
T: Hmmn…You’ve already said that you won’t outlive the effects of this plague. Can you make just a little fun for yourself in your final days?
Me: I’ll certainly have to meditate on that…