Have you been here long enough to form an opinion about what you have in store for us? How many airplanes will disappear?
I suppose you can't reveal that number. I hope it's zero.
I need to make some changes. I'm not ready to tell the world what they are, but they might involve blogging a little less and writing and editing a little more. I suspect the world can survive without a dose of me every day, Monday - Friday.
I don't know why, but it seems worth mentioning that the night before last I found a lizard in the TV room. It was behind the shelves on which my office supplies are organized. It was an unusually bright green lizard. I tried to stab it with some scissors that were at hand because, as I said, we met behind the office supplies, and office supplies include scissors.
You bastard, you ran away every time I came at you with the scissors. How did you know they would kill you if they had the chance? What other experiences have you had with scissors?
I told Willy Dunne Wooters that you visited, but I didn't tell him about the attempted murder. He thinks I should scoop up the likes of you and set you free outside. I don't know why. So many of your ilk are already running around. He seemed quite shocked that I sometimes stab your species with a fork, or whatever else I can grab, such as scissors.
You got away, so Willy Dunne Wooters will be better off if he doesn't know what I tried to do to you. Is there a lesson in your escape? Am I better off not knowing what 2015 will bring?
You won't be nothing but another year with a 5 instead of a 4 at your end, will you?
If I make changes, you can still count on me to be Your Queen of Grammar.
Infinities of love,