Today I woke up to find the sky painted a pleasant pastel blue. In days like this one would want to go out and soak up the sun, but autumn mornings are filled with smoke and my lungs are a bit delicate, so no can do. I don’t know how people survive here with all the slash-and-burn sort of thing going on. It’s quite awful, I tell you. You know? I had taken up jogging at sunrise some time ago but had to quit because it was getting impossible to breathe, let alone run. It’s such a shame.
So how are you doing? Fine? I’m doing fantastic.
(Sadness? Anger? Me? Oh, puh-lease!)