A State of Bewilderment!
My Dearest,
I must first apologize for the tardiness of my response to your last correspondence. I know you wait with anticipation for word from as we at times have to be apart for seconds upon seconds and almost for minutes. Such distance can lead to great distress and these words are as a life preserver in an ocean of despair. Henceforth I shall endeavor to put to pen my thoughts within a timely manner and with great haste to avoid such future delays.
I find myself in a state of great distress at the words of that smatchet who occupies 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Today, blustering like the wind upon a mountain he decried the actions at preserving human life and dignity as it was an affront to the profits of his lodging enterprises. I am sure, much to his chagrin, he will erupt into a rage upon his correspondence device and blather on like a bird, in all capital letters to be sure as he is hardly refined in the English language. Yet, while taking such absurd actions he does nothing for the state of affairs, he is a true cumberworld. My fear is that his ravenous supporters will take imprudent actions upon his words, which will only serve to exacerbate the crisis. Such contemptible logic to perceive that the preservation of life should be acquiescent to the trading of stocks and bonds when a veritable plague has set upon us and has become an epidemic that threatens to overwhelm our paltry medicinal structures. It is my dear hope that the citizenry recognizes this rakefire for what he truly is and banishes him and his compatriots from the levers of governance.
Such talk has caused me to be nearly choleric, and perhaps it is best to consume less of the daily conveyance of the goings-on of the world. Such information leaves me wrathful, yet despondent. I, therefore, feel that separation from such communications is in order to preserve a serene and tranquil disposition.
I have also taken actions to return to a more sensible routine in these times of uncertainty. I arose early to descend into the substructure of our estate and conducted a simulated constitutional, despite remaining stationery within the four walls of the foundational spaces of our domicile. Such actions left me invigorated, and as such, I began the day with vitality and purpose. I quickly worked on domestic duties, place an order for refurbishment supplies, and accomplished exercises for distance learning of those who have been displaced from the lecture halls of our educational institution. As you know, we did leave the house with much trepidation in order to retrieve our order, which allowed us to remain distant from the masses, however, I was taken aback by the careless and cavalier behavior of shoppers emerging from shops with things that are hardly necessities. I witness an elderly couple emerge with a trolly that contained a tree. A tree! I fear they must observe the propagandists that perpetuate myths regarding this epidemic. Such impertinent actions make the order of the governor all the more necessary to implore the populace to heed the calls to remain isolated. Such sagacious actions will help to put a stop to this scourge and allow society to return to ordinary life within a shorter span than allowing this intrusive illness to linger and perpetuate unchecked. Perhaps the order that we exile ourselves for the ensuing one and one-half fortnight will solidify the notion that these are grave matters that require our conformity.
Undoubtedly this sermon is being conveyed to the choir members, when in fact the congregation is the deserving recipients of such wisdom. While we may remain sequestered for twenty and one days commencing forthwith, I feel we shall preserver and cooler heads shall prevail against the remonstrations of the tallowcatch who inexplicably ascended to the office of President of these United States.
While you maintain your employment through telephonic means, I shall long for your company. Until then, our youth and I will request the day proceed with all rapidity so that you may engage in leisurely activities.
Your dear husband,
J.H. Berry
I must first apologize for the tardiness of my response to your last correspondence. I know you wait with anticipation for word from as we at times have to be apart for seconds upon seconds and almost for minutes. Such distance can lead to great distress and these words are as a life preserver in an ocean of despair. Henceforth I shall endeavor to put to pen my thoughts within a timely manner and with great haste to avoid such future delays.
I find myself in a state of great distress at the words of that smatchet who occupies 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Today, blustering like the wind upon a mountain he decried the actions at preserving human life and dignity as it was an affront to the profits of his lodging enterprises. I am sure, much to his chagrin, he will erupt into a rage upon his correspondence device and blather on like a bird, in all capital letters to be sure as he is hardly refined in the English language. Yet, while taking such absurd actions he does nothing for the state of affairs, he is a true cumberworld. My fear is that his ravenous supporters will take imprudent actions upon his words, which will only serve to exacerbate the crisis. Such contemptible logic to perceive that the preservation of life should be acquiescent to the trading of stocks and bonds when a veritable plague has set upon us and has become an epidemic that threatens to overwhelm our paltry medicinal structures. It is my dear hope that the citizenry recognizes this rakefire for what he truly is and banishes him and his compatriots from the levers of governance.
Such talk has caused me to be nearly choleric, and perhaps it is best to consume less of the daily conveyance of the goings-on of the world. Such information leaves me wrathful, yet despondent. I, therefore, feel that separation from such communications is in order to preserve a serene and tranquil disposition.
I have also taken actions to return to a more sensible routine in these times of uncertainty. I arose early to descend into the substructure of our estate and conducted a simulated constitutional, despite remaining stationery within the four walls of the foundational spaces of our domicile. Such actions left me invigorated, and as such, I began the day with vitality and purpose. I quickly worked on domestic duties, place an order for refurbishment supplies, and accomplished exercises for distance learning of those who have been displaced from the lecture halls of our educational institution. As you know, we did leave the house with much trepidation in order to retrieve our order, which allowed us to remain distant from the masses, however, I was taken aback by the careless and cavalier behavior of shoppers emerging from shops with things that are hardly necessities. I witness an elderly couple emerge with a trolly that contained a tree. A tree! I fear they must observe the propagandists that perpetuate myths regarding this epidemic. Such impertinent actions make the order of the governor all the more necessary to implore the populace to heed the calls to remain isolated. Such sagacious actions will help to put a stop to this scourge and allow society to return to ordinary life within a shorter span than allowing this intrusive illness to linger and perpetuate unchecked. Perhaps the order that we exile ourselves for the ensuing one and one-half fortnight will solidify the notion that these are grave matters that require our conformity.
Undoubtedly this sermon is being conveyed to the choir members, when in fact the congregation is the deserving recipients of such wisdom. While we may remain sequestered for twenty and one days commencing forthwith, I feel we shall preserver and cooler heads shall prevail against the remonstrations of the tallowcatch who inexplicably ascended to the office of President of these United States.
While you maintain your employment through telephonic means, I shall long for your company. Until then, our youth and I will request the day proceed with all rapidity so that you may engage in leisurely activities.
Your dear husband,
J.H. Berry
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