Another Monday

Dearest, Mondays are so hard, I don't want to get up, I don't want to go to work, I don't want to do anything. Had some errands to run after work, spoke with the lawyer, spoke with HR about 401K stuff. Not changing anything until the dust settles. You left a lot of dust you know, not just laundry.
All in all nothing special today, just glad it's over. It is chilly out and they were predicting freezing rain. You'd hate it, I know. What in the blazes did you have all that vinegar for? I think that big bottle of balsamic was what you used for your salad dressing but what about all the rest?
I just spent 1/2 hour looking for a knife that wasn't missing, did you watch? Did you laugh? What does that note on the inside of the cabinet door mean (1/2 pkg = 1/2 cup + 1/8 cup.).
Your Aunt Helen is coming your way! She passed this afternoon. Be on the lookout for that little 100 year old lady! That will keep you busy, fighting with her. No crying!
I stumbled upon that poem that you didn't like, I'm not sure whether I like it now or not. but it makes me think. Till we meet again
Your Ken
Don't stand by my grave and weep for I am not there
I do not sleep, I am a thousand winds that blow
I'm the diamond's glint in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripening grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain
Don't stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.