never 31

My brother and I reading what I fear is a Dilbert comic. We are suitably unimpressed.

Dear Christian,

I wanted to write this to you on your birthday, but my smartphone fucked me over. This year I spent your birthday feeling very sad. I'm feeling all twelve of the long years you have been missing. Fuck, smartphones didn't even exist when you died.

This year our dad is dead, too, and I am the only one left with our face.

This year I can't believe how old I am. I think it might be that simple.

Love,
Carrie

lettermo update

Unsurprisingly I did not make 28 letters in February. I couldn't focus each day on a person, I took a trip, the winter, the winter, the winter, etc. I managed to make 17 pieces of mail, mostly postcards, some of which haven't even arrived at their destination yet!

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Here is a comic about why a relationship with the post office can be very, very fulfilling if approached properly: Why I Live At The P.O. by Summer Pierre.

I must check my PO box. If you've sent me anything and it got sent back, I apologize. Now that there is the promise of a thaw I plan on going there more often.