Dear Good Intentions: Where did you go? This was supposed to be the year of decluttering and more veggies, remember? You’re here somewhere…under the clutter and mac-n-cheese…right?
Dear Elementary School: I know you’re trying to make learning exciting and that you feel compelled to celebrate every blinking holidayesque thing in sight, but could you please stop asking the parents to provide the necessary materials for the never-ending lineup of events? Yes, you are operating on a tight budget but so are we.
Dear Semester: How have you managed to best me already? Normally it takes at least two months before I fall into the Slough of Despair. I am trying to reject your overwhelminess but have been reduced to feeble whimpers, mostly. How much longer until spring break?