So this was a quiet day of both the Human and I
lollygagging about, avoiding work, avoiding other Humans,
avoiding any pretense of productivity.
Of course, this is what every day is like for me.
Do you know what the Human did today?
She wrote about a dozen Christmas cards
to family members who she feared might think
she was dead (no) or mentally incapacitated (perhaps)
if she went yet another year without responding
to their holiday greetings.