Sometimes I am overcome with irrational fears, like my fear that every animal I cannot see has gone extinct. Today I'm concerned about manatees. Has anyone checked on them lately? Are they still there? Have you seen them with your own eyes? I hope they're okay. I worry so much about them, out in the water like that, all alone, without phones or email addresses. Do they have healthcare coverage? Have they put anything away for retirement? Has anyone checked their teeth lately? Do they brush and floss? How could they? There aren't any drugstores they can access. It's a troubling situation and I'm not sure what we can do about it. If you're near where the manatees live and you have a few minutes, could you check on them for me? I know they're probably fine, but it would be good to know for sure.
Okay. Breathe. Let it go, Scott. There's nothing you can do about it right now. Think about something else. [sigh]
People are constantly asking me, "How is Chuck, your Gnome friend?" or "How is your wife, Susan?" People want to know these things, but I'm usually too distracted by some nonsense to give a proper update about the people in my life. The answer is that Chuck is recovering well, though still struggling to keep food down, and Susan has an ogre friend visiting from somewhere far away and they have been making quite a racket drinking, smoking pipes and laughing loudly at jokes in some language I cannot identify out behind the shed every evening this week. I think that's right. I have troubling keeping the details straight, but I'm mostly sure that that's right.
Seriously, though, have you seen a manatee with your own two eyes recently? I'm really worried.
Hello, friends. I hope you, and the manatees, are well. Here's hoping.
Later. Love.
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