November 5, 2012

My dearest,

“Oh I love this song,” I say.

“What?” you mumble. You are concentrating on your breakfast and any conversation before at least two cups of coffee seems rather trying.

“It’s ‘Karma Police’, you know, Radiohead?”

“Never heard of it.”

“No way!”

“Nope,” and you are back to your French toast and eggs.

I feel old. But I also love how you you are, never pandering, never anyone else but you.

Maybe I ought to introduce you to “Karma Chameleon” instead.

Yours, ever and always.