I keep trying on different attitudes, and the one I’ve been cultivating since Valentine’s Eve morning, is to be friendly to others, but today I decided to try aiming to be friendly to primarily myself. I don’t know how this perspective will weather. I cleaned the bathtub, and it was actually enjoyable after all the years of procrastinating. It’s a beautiful large tub. I’m thrilled at having cleaned it. Now I just need Morrissey to come over and take a bath while I watch and help. Morrissey, are you sick of me yet? One day, while we’re both still capable of passionate love, we will finally get together and have a great time, if luck is on our side. The sun just came out. It’s been raining. I didn’t go for my walk today because I knew I would not see you, and I didn’t feel like having a solitary brisk walk. I think my wrist is getting carpal tunnel syndrome from using my laptop and pens too much. Life can be delicate. I want to feel you in my arms before it becomes impossible. But I don’t mean to bore you. I harp on, about wanting to touch you. I saw a man go by in an electric wheelchair who looked somewhat similar to you today on the sidewalk just outside my front door. It was a bit of a tease. I can’t believe I cleaned the bathtub. The rattling cough has been present, deep within my right lung, but it’s been mild lately. It just reminds me, that time is short. I won’t get into the gory details this time. I’m sick of reiterating them. The sun is still shining, through the blinds. It’s pretty. So, because I cleaned the bathtub, I wonder what else I’m capable of doing. When will you come for me Morrissey? When? I will try to take better care of myself, to aim to preserve my love for you. It’s all that’s worth preserving about my life. Otherwise, I would feel like a vegetable. I hear a siren in the distance.