Day 1

Dear considerate public,
It is with gratitude that I begin these series of conversations with you. Having lived so long within the confines of my dark hovel, the light of the public is a glorious thing! In this vien I begin in earnest. Today began like all days, with little in the way of excitement. I spent the morning continuing a dreadfully time consuming painting of my home. Having lived in a house of late 1970's vintage, the paint did the interior of the house a great injustice. With a great furvor I attacked the challenge of painting its rooms on Saturday. This intense energy departed from my being sometime in the early morning of the next day. Quickly I collapsed onto by bed, worn fromt he day's work. As I look back at the ordeal, I find that I may have taken on a challenge more worthy of someone of larger frame. Yet I continue to be dilligent, and am encouraged by the results of the one finished room. Other ordeals, such as a string of Christmas lights tangled worse than any strand of neglected barbed wire, leads me to the point of insanity. I hold on still, though, with the continuing conversations I hold with all of you. Good day and good night, good public!
ZC