Semi-Daily Scribbles

It won't do with you spending tea hunkered in the Fallopia japonica. There is no fooling anyone. The canopy barely covers you. I know you mentioned feeling less than human lately, which, of course, I don't understand one tiny bit. What I do know is your increasingly erratic behavior is making us all uncomfortable. You've even let your hygiene slip. You! "Mr. Never-A-Hair-Out-of-Place." Is it work? Has the stress of the promotion gotten to you? Why won't you take the pills the doctor prescribed? Please let us in that stubborn head of yours so we can help. There is another matter. Virginia came to me this morning wanting to know if I'd laundered her stockings. I don't do the wash on Thursdays. She nearly tore her room apart before I lent her a pair. Please do not make me ask. Just hand them to me.