What's So Tough About Bananas, Anyway?

Dear John,

 

I had my daily burst of coherent thought when I talked to you this morning. So don't expect much now. There are a bunch of random things bumping around in my head, so I'm here to share them with you like I always have.

 

First, am I the only person on the planet who doesn't like Nutella? It tastes sort of like chocolate and nuts mixed together. Reeses did it better. I'd never heard of it until a year ago, and suddenly it's everywhere. It seems to be the newest food fad.

 

Second, Pinterest has been extremely slow today. I figure everyone is either in a tryptophan-induced coma or out shopping with the mobs. Being a flaming introvert who lives alone, I am neither.

 

Third, the trip seems to have finally caught up with me. I've been exhausted and hurting all day. My body is being quite considerate and doing this on a holiday weekend. Today I did a bit of housework, napped, knitted, and cuddled with the animals.
 

Fourth, why are bananas so difficult for grocery stores to label?

 

Fifth, I've been pondering an essential existential issue: Just what is my style, anyway? I looked, logically enough, at my "My Style" board. There is a preponderance of maxi skirts, peasant tops, and bare feet, and lots of jewelry and hats from the 1920s. I'm finding no known fashion leaning here. But it seems to be me. And you always liked and loved me. And that still gives me the courage to be who I am. Whoever that is.

 

And that's it. No more coherence left here. Except to say that I love you more than I knew possible, more than I can hold. And I hope to see you soon. In bare feet, a maxi skirt, and a peasant top. And a cloche hat from the 1920s, of course!

 

Adore you,

Joan.