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Happy New Year, ho ho ho, and the rest 0

Dear Bradshaw,

As I send you these letters weekly, I have nothing new to write about, so I’ll just mention that I’m currently drinking wine (surprise, surprise) and that Jimi is stretched out between my knees. She does that in order to keep warm, I think, or to keep me warm, especially in winter. Francesca is in the kitchen cooking. What she’s cooking I don’t know, though I’m guaranteed to find out. It’s 9:33pm. Can you believe that? 9:33 and we haven’t had dinner yet. In fact, dinner will be (and usually is) served around 10pm. As we leave for work around 8am and return around 9pm, that’s the way it goes. Of course, I have breaks, and sometimes come home and read, rest, and write a little. Francesca gets home around 7:15pm but then goes to the gym for an hour and a half. So, however you figure it, we leave at 8am and return around 9pm, and that means dinner at 10.

We’re listening to music, which is currently The Entertainer by Scott Joplin. But since I’m playing a particular iTunes playlist on my computer, the next song is Serenade for Strings in C Major, Op. 48 by Peter Ilych Tchaikovsky. After that it’ll be Concerto Per Pianoforte Allegro Molto Moderato by Edvard Crieg, then House of Cards by Radiohead, after that, well, you get the idea.

At the moment, I’m looking around the room, searching for inspiration. Photos, pictures, postcards, posters and poems cover the walls and ceiling. There are books galore, DVDs, CDs, certainly not things you’d expect to find in a caveman’s quarters. Op! Here comes Francesca with my medicine, right on cue. You may not be aware of this but she’s trying to make me immortal. She worries about my high cholesterol and daily wine drinking, you see, and tries to counter the negative side effects with antidotes, remedies, mixtures and magic potions. (Sometimes they steam.) I don’t know what the heck any of it is but she swears it’s all natural and holistic and I trust her.

That’s about it, Shaw buddy. Time to get this show on the road. Time to stab this goose in the gut. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s time to slip this letter in an envelope, drop it in a mailbox, and then let what happens happen. In the meantime, Happy New Year, ho ho ho, and the rest.

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