I’m sorry I didn’t write yesterday. I wrote you on break at work but forgot to send it when I got back — here it is now.
August crawls on. It came very quickly. How are you? My hands and knees have healed a lot. I can wash dishes and grab stuff much more easily. That said, if I bang my knee against anything a little, agony.
Since Monday I’ve been working the art cabin at my summer camp. I like it. I’ve basically been making bracelets nonstop for as my job. I’m waiting for campers now while I’m writing, though I’ll post this after work. In a few days I’m going to a concert (I’ll share the details after!) and I’m gonna give out bracelets like it’s a Taylor Swift concert. I got a bracelet and a lot of stickers at Ghost in May and it was so much fun. Now I make the fun.
That said, it is somehow so tiring. I come home so tired after doing dishes and bracelets. How did this happen to me? I am ninety now, it seems. But today is Friday and tonight I will sleep. Or not: last night Paris woke me up at 4 AM by jumping on my dresser and wailing. Why he did that, unclear.
Anyway, I love you. I’m so tired. I’m going to make small talk with campers for a long time. Next Friday I will probably also be tired, but then again, when am I not? I love you always.
With love,
Alice
P. S. Started sobbing about Monday after seeing a Warrior Cat meme about a kitten being abandoned. Traumatic memrstrikes unexpectedly. But it will be alright.