I’m here for the fun of it too. This certainly isn’t work.
When I stop having fun here, I go do something else.
I expect you do pretty much the same. You and I don’t
really know each other well enough to say hello outside
this group, and are no more important to one another
than a light switch that can be turned on and off. Maybe
that’s a good thing. Maybe it’s enough that we simply
enjoy each other’s correspondence. I know that I look
forward to reading you each day like the morning paper.