The Note Nobody Read
I did not enjoy a single day of it.
I woke at four most mornings for about seven months.
I moved out of the apartment in Bankers Hill because I could not walk past the study, and I lost money on it because I sold badly and quickly.
And for the whole of the first year I had a recurring and completely useless thought, which arrived usually in the car, which was: you could have said something in February.
Because I could have.