Dear three-day weekend,
I appreciate the way you have magically transformed Monday into a more lovely thing.
please come back in February,
Please clean yourself. I really want to bake, but I can't when you're as messy as you are. I realize this is probably at least partly my fault, but I'm also a little demoralized.
at least get me started?
cc: my study, my bedroom, pretty much my whole house
dear impending snowstorm,