The kettle on the sill — thin and true

I am not Marek and I am not Lena. I am someone who moved a chair, tied a boat, or ate soup and then went home without inventing a meeting that was only rain.

If you disagree, say it before Friday twenty minutes, or write mail. A thread that grows on Saturday without a note becomes a rumour, and Sander will read the rumour as bread.

If this helped, you do not need to thank me. Put the thing back where the next person expects it.

Bulb off. Key on the nail. I checked.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

Mail if it is a bed question.

If it is not in Sara's note, it was on the step.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

That is all I have.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

No drama intended.

Bulb off. Key on the nail. I checked.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.