Dear Sillies,
2020 didn't like this erotic welcome. It didn't rise to the occasion. How much flaccidity can a gal take? Must've been something I wore or failed to wear. We'll see if 2021 gets there. (Sorry for my laziness with this and all re-posts, friends. I am trying to pen a new poem. And finish a book...Like everything else this year, my projects are moving slower than sloth-like.)
We (almost) made it. Perhaps, we did make it to 2021 as you read this. Best news of all: We made it through together, from various points around the globe.
Together, another year! Thank you, my Sillies.
Be good to yourselves. You're worth more than you know (to me alone).
Stay silly and get some naughty indulgences in too.
I love you.
