Worseday

Dearest,
    Yesterday I tried to write to you in a more uplifting tone and decided to try to be inspirational. Don't you know I inspired myself? I couldn't believe it, I felt so much better. It's like trying to help some one else and you end up helping yourself. I should write a book, another one. Eww  just had an evil thought. I bet I could get it published using your friends sympathy. A "pity publication". That would be bad. I should do it. I have never been known for my fine moral character. I mean yes, I know right from wrong, I'm not in politics, but I've still been known to do the wrong thing. On purpose, from time to time. All right, all right I can hear the lecture even now. You always were the conscience around here. It's like having my very own ghostly Jiminy Cricket, lord knows my nose is big enough.
  It's supposed to start snowing tomorrow, they won't say when it will end. Something more than six inches predicted. Oh, fun!! I blame you! I think you have something to do with all this snow. The world has become a colder place since you departed. Before I get all sad and depressed I guess I should call it a night and try to get some sleep.
Good Night Dear, Your Ken