yet another love letter

This love affair I have with you is quite intense. You have seduced me away from much of my television viewing during the day. You've brought a quiet calm that comes with brightly sunny but pleasantly cool days pouring in the window. You make me want to be productive. I feel I should write poetry to you or sing a song in celebration.

Instead, I am finishing Frankenstein which is an odd way to spend such a lovely day. I'm sorry, April. Please understand that you are my only mistress. But I have work to do. Don't hold this against me.