Sorry, no time to write Corflu report. Work insane, chip on shoulder doubling every day, seized with spasms of hate for half of clientele, have not read any of the fanzines given to me at Corflu which promised to reply to instantly, can't remember what husband looks like except in profile as he drives me to and from the train station every morning, can't get enough sleep, and have missed most of my first daffodils and tulips blooming because never have time to look when I get up and it's pitch black by the time I get home. Wah wah wah.
But I must tell you that contrary to my pathetic, angsty conviction that no one loves me and even my old friends don't have time for me, old friend Susan Atherly has written back and we are now engrossed in catching up on old times. We have discovered we are still fairly interesting to each other. My sentimental soul is relieved.
It didn't go by quickly, but I still can hardly believe it's been 25 years since we graduated.
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