I never had an argument about it but it has finally occurred to me that I don’t approve of May thirty-first. It should have been the thirtieth and no more. But I don’t know where you’d put it—the thirty-first, I mean.
Just saying.
Anyway, it’s a lovely warm day here and it’s the end of the month and I am gradually getting better. Behaved, disciplined, rested.
I’m coming back.
But not today.