The week rolls around again. How are you enjoying the new year? Nothing much is happening here. Mom and Aaron are going to a First Friday celebration down town, but I’m staying home to watch documentaries about polar exploration — my new way of dealing with winter around here.
I must tell you something sad this year: I won’t be drawing you a birthday present. I am simply too tired. Perhaps on your birthday I’ll send you some vague drawing I could wrangle into present-shaped, but I can’t make a portrait this year. I’m sorry.
I’m rather stressed for little reason. I have a hard time sleeping and sleep too late. I have another therapy call soon — maybe that will help. Is the seasonal depression catching you too? I hope you have something to do about it. I cried just thinking about a song that reminds me of Mom (Mel) yesterday, so it’s kicking me (it was ‘Hard Times’ by Ethel Cain). Other than that — what else to do. I’m trying to write but it’s not coming out right. No structure. No matter the case: we have Yum sauce, and I made pasta yesterday, so things are fairly well. I love you. I hope I’ve not disappointed you today. Know at least that my pencil skills have degraded and a new portrait would probably be worse than the ome before it. Sleep well.
With love,
Alice