I need a hug

Okay, so for nor particular reason, really, I’m kind of blue.  Just the non-specific bummers.   I just need a hug . . . actually, twenty three hugs would be better.   Or, you know, 58.   Actually, 1003 hugs might help me feel a little better.   So, if you see me soon, and you want to give me a squish, I’d appreciate it.

Tales of the City to follow, when I’m in a better frame of mood to tell.   The story of Time Square is not to be missed.   You’ll like, I swear.   High-jinks aplenty.

I love you.  Good night!