How’s it going? It’s been pretty sunny out this week. There’s lots of flowers; the air smells sweet and floral, and everything is quite pretty. I hope it is the same you are. How is Eugene? I don’t go out as much as I’d like because I’m studying most of the time.
Two of Aaron’s friends came to stay in our guest room a few days ago, and they just left today. They had a big black dog who was friendly, but the cats were scared of her. Have you had any friends over recently? Those occasions are rare for me now, but I’m going to have a sleepover in a few days, which is quite exciting.
Although Mom gave Siena’s mom my number, Siena still hasn’t texted me. I wonder if she doesn’t want to. I am reminded of Kafka’s The Trial when I think about trying to contact family and friends who won’t speak to me. How can a defendant defend themself against a crime they don’t know the nature of? Alas, alas. But that’s just my common struggle. I’m sure there are countless on your end I don’t know about. Talking to you again sounds like a distant dream.
I won’t become too sad here today. Little else has happened that’s of note. A wasp got into my room a few days ago somehow. I’m not sure how it got in. Goodnight, Soren.
With love,
Alice