A date. The date I mailed the letter/brev May 18 Sunday.

I am probably writing this more for myself, than anyone, possibly, in the audience.

I slept 3 hours.

That is about average these days.

Wagered two games today before I left.

Before I left I also got caffeine in me.

As I walked and planned, and just; in general, walked around, I listened to two songs on repeat.

Trey Anastasio Traveler, ''Clint Eastwood'', ''Architect'' .

I looked outside it was slight rain, and moderate wind.

I left the home at kl. 08.59 (I am a number nerd), and arrived at the yellow government mailbox at kl. 09.19.

On the way I smoked two cigarettes and remembered, something I and Josefine shared, bob dylan’s texts ''Live my life on the square''.

I also almost got run over by an electric rullator. It frightened me quite a bit. There were quite a few cars, which usually bother – my thinking.

I did a few mantras on the way, mostly 1 2 3 4.

After I posted/postade the letter/brev, I said to myself  ''1 2 3 4.  Josefine. Isak.''  To remember I sent it.

That is it. Now it is wait, or whatever comes also.

The 8 ''(del< nr. >) sending the final letter soon….. (God did I love her)'' were a build up to this.

Hope I didn’t bore you.

The letter/brev itself hopefully has pertinent information.

Signing out.

     Isak Dejus

I was let share,  Thank You

< I finished this, piece, at 10.06, but had published many, so wait >