I’m sorry for being off the last week! I PROMISE to catch up on all comments on fb! I see a couple from dear old friends!! I’ll be back by this weekend, I hope! I love you! Thanks!! …

Some are brash and punny, and that’s all fine, but in a world where so much is surfaceness and so little depth beneath it, you have an earnestness – not the “sexiest” word you might say, but don’t sell it short. Earnestness is where you come alive. For there’s something in the energy of what it is that makes you *you* that’s one of the many reasons people fall in love with you. They feel a desire to protect you that is pure, even if they hardly know you. You’re someone real. And you should be treated accordingly. You are so deeply adored. … That’s all I got. I’m in a dry spell. Dramatic voice of Robert Wagner: “And then came the *lean years* …” in a biography of Sinatra. When the well runs dry! Ava leaves him. His recording contract is cancelled. Nobody sticks by him at all, except his mafia friends. “People ask me why I’m friends with them when it causes so much trouble for me. When everybody left me, they were the only ones who still would talk to me. You learn who your friends are.” That’s in quotes, but I’m paraphrasing. Something like that. Loyalty. It’s so true! I promise if the whole world ever left you, when you hairspray just that one person too many, and the scales are tipped, I’d always be there! For you. As a friend. You could Aqua-Net me to the bitter end. Always, always, always!! And looking hot to top it off while doing it!! “So, looking hot at 66? Cuz that’s about the earliest it would be.” Yeah, you better believe it!! Ah! Here you are, and I swear I *just* turned it on because I refreshed your google twitter thing for the first time in a while!! (A “while” for me could mean minutes, but honestly, it’s been at *least* since this morning.) And, wow, here you are!! Look at your eyes!! I know, I know. I’ve lost my magic with the words. “The words?” I’m in a slump. I’ve turned back into a pumpkin after being that golden carriage carrying you (“um, yeah, I’d remember that.”) You’re Lynch – and your choice of anyone under the sun, you’re radiant on a gorgeous spring day. I’m Shnatter and a podcast nobody’s listening to, and he’s only here because he thought there’d be free alcohol. It’s the difference between you and me. There are so many, I know! I get literally dizzy around you. “That’s my hairspray fumes.” You’re brilliant! You even know the correct plural use of “data” – you and your colleague, M.T. – those impressive little touches! I notice them, but they don’t mean a thing to me. I’m all for breaking rules, anyway! But it’s impressive nonetheless. A beautiful young Jersey girl, and an older Boston guy. It could never happen! “And there’s the first thing you’ve said right today.” Okay … I’m *really* busy over here, so I’m going to need you to cool it off just a *little* on the needing all my attention! I’m sorry!! … Okay, okay, don’t cry … “He’s lost his mind.” I have!! I’ve been fasting for days and working out. It’s what a guy my age has to do to attempt to look young and cute, all in the hope of being friends with you. “Do you think I’m that superficial? I’m not friends with you because you’re nuts.” Well, there’s that, too. Ah, it’s a dry week over here. I can’t put the words together so easily as before. I must have known somehow, and it’s why I knew to take a week off! Except here I am babbling like a fool. With you, it’s worth it! You’re beautiful! And you were flawless today! Perfection. As always. Happy Wednesday. Maybe I’ll get my second wind by this weekend, I don’t know. Whatever it is I’m going through, whether I’m on fire or when it’s all wet, it has *nothing* to do with how amazing you are. I promise you that! Your beauty – – *that’s* an objective fact. I’m just not as good sometimes at expressing it. But I feel it, I promise. All the time. You’re an angel. You’re divine. You’re somebody to always treasure. You brought me back to life. Now it’s just a matter of figuring out what to do with myself. But I’m so grateful for you. The world is, too. It’s not the same without you, when you’re away. It’s such a joy when you appear. You’re the aerosol in my canister. That makes the whole thing spray. You’re lilacs and lavender. And you’re the definition of all that is beautiful to me. … “Yeah, I think you need a rest,” you say. Unlike me, you are so perfect today. You make it look so easy. ❤️