Oh dear me

Dear FutureMe, I hope that by now you're not doing what you were doing when you wrote this - falling asleep on a Friday afternoon in your cubicle. Other things that are happening: You just quit smoking, you're getting fat and skinny at the same time, summer is nearly over and the air smells like autumn, your wife is fantastic and beautiful, the battery in the truck is dead and the motorcycle's valve clearances need adjusting, you wear leather hiking boots every day and a pair of jeans, your lunches are cooked by the Grateful Dead's chef and your wife is training as a chef, and perhaps that has something to do with your burgeoning belly, which you suddenly remember was something that you always wanted when you were younger, so take some time and wonder how you feel about it now, and well done you're drinking lots of water, and your helmet has maple leafs but you live in California, which still trips you out from time to time, the California thing not the helmet, and maybe it's time to go live in Spain but you're saving up to buy a house. And everything is lovely. Isn't it? Am I still stunningly handsome? I would imagine so. Best regards, Mike.