November 27-

In effort to Keep Up With People, send out email correspondences. One dear friend can only text on phone. Am inclined to find texting as annoying as traffic lights. Exchange of reminiscences and current news by means of tiny keypad and two thumbs is most trying and requires hours and hours.

Keypad changes letters before user, me, has chance to spell word correctly. Answers to various comments delayed due to sluggish thumb activity, and cross paths with puzzling effect: How is your dear Sister? Reply: We have them with eggs in the morning.

Other dear friends never answer email as they are either so busy or never check messages. Am left wondering how future biographers will be able to compile letters and correspondence about me from intimate friends or acquaintances. Regret deeply the loss of actual letters on paper and sent by Post Office.

Have finished reading delightful book about famous chef and her adventures during WWII and while living in France. Before becoming a Chef, she was in OSS. Feel extremely envious of adventures of women spies and long to Travel Back in Past and join spy organization.

Copious amounts of correspondence archived in libraries from both her and husband are of invaluable assistance to Biographer. Both wrote hundreds of letters over years and years and gave Biographer much to chew on.

Recall reading anecdotes from various writers about journeys to remote corners of country to collect boxes of letters and journals. Remember my own tendency to get rid of anything that is not nailed down. Feel sure future Biographer will only learn about my passionate nature by reading copies of complaint letters written to various merchants.

(Note to self: Bequeath complaint letters to Don for Biographer’s possible use).

Am reminded of entire letter question when looking for public mail box during drive to retrieve customer’s stalled van parked on street. Drop boxes most inconvenient due to slot being on passenger side of car, and wonder if dear Postmaster General expected every car to carry minimum of two persons.

(Perhaps Sugar could be trained to hold letters in mouth and deposit them in slot?). Further wonder whether British drivers experience same inconvenience with mail boxes, but decide not, as curb would be on driver side? After researching, discover this is not so.

Upon seeing customer’s van, realize it is exact copy of Don’s. It is parked in front of large apartment complex. Idly observe to Don that it is good thing I didn’t see van when on my own, or would wonder if he was seeing Another Woman. He advises me to learn our license plate numbers.

On the whole, can see where this might be prudent course of action.