It is often said that January and February are the death months
You are very cheerful this morning Anna
You know what I mean people who you admire seem to pop off
What are you getting at Anna
You know where I am coming from
In a way
Why is it that the people you despise seem to live on
I do not really despise many people unlike you
That is splitting hairs Anna
All I am saying is imagine my joy if I watched the news or lifted up a newspaper and found out that one of my pigs was hurtling rapidly towards Hell
You are in one of your nothing moods Anna
I suppose I am
Then take your eyes off of the abyss and pop down to the coffee shop with me
My treat
January is such a cruel month
I know but coffee is the answer to everything