Imperfect Chickens

My Dear Princess and Dear Friends,

I have not seen much of Caro today. Despite the fact that we are both at home, I have been in meetings a lot. 

Caro has also been working. It is weird listening to her talk to colleagues and doctors. Because I know what they do not...

She's not going to be there much longer...

It must be strange for her, talking about long-range plans, and telling doctors about moving here next year. I do not know how she keeps it up. I would just burst with the knowledge that I was about to divest myself of all this nonsense.

She just told me she has taken great glee in deleting "hundreds" of emails. It must be a nice feeling.

As for me, I had a productive work day. And at the end of it, I had another lockdown watch party with Shenée. We watched horror/comedy The Final Girls and she was once again enthusiastic. 

She's loving these breaks in her day too. Tomorrow we are doing The Tall Blonde Man With One Black Shoe*. As for Craig, he appeared at the end of the today's movie to tell me that Shenée has put her chickens on "love lockdown".

This is because she is trying to breed special designer chickens. "I don't get it," said Craig. "Because her favourite chickens are the weird ones. The ones with frazzled feathers and missing wattles."

It is true. She tells me of her favourite chickens often. And they are usually the unfortunate ones, not the glamour ones.

"A thought just struck me," I told Shenée. "Is this why WE are friends? Am I the person equivalent of a broken chicken?" 

She howled in protest, but Craig laughed. "You and me both, buddy," he said. 

There are worse things to be than an imperfect chicken. I'll take it. 

S.

* Thank you, Auslaender.