Are you still alive? Someone somewhere else said that he must ask someone else if he can tell me something important, and I immediately thought of you.
I was reading - yes, reading, and of course polishing - my stories. They are surprisingly well written, even if I say it myself, and the allegories are good.
The nightly pains are worse than ever before. Both shoulders! They do not kill me, but last night I had to take ibuprofen twice and apply diclophenac gel twice before I could sleep. These pains will not kill me, they are caused by osteoarthritis and rotator guff syndrome, but they surely remind me that I will not be here forever.
The allegories are never good enough, but now they are good - yes, good enough.
I have noticed that my style is developing all the time, and I wonder why I wasted so many decades without writing anything seriously.
And now, before I die, there is only one thing that I must do, or get done, and then I can die if I happen to feel like that.
Anyway, the life of bah Plyushkin is long enough for me and the days are just full or boredom.
I hope you are well.
Without proofreading, just Post.