It's steep to be deep

And really, such a Book of Buts could never properly be termed a book, as a book must, at some point, end. And I hardly think you are capable of drawing the subject to a close (except, perhaps, with the word 'But...').

Yours is the true never-ending saga, which is better suited to a more esoteric and infinite medium.

If your inner dialogue builds to the point where you desire to write a book on the subject, you could title it 'The Book of Buts.' It would likely be wildly popular until the moment when everyone realizes what it is about.

Unless, of course, you incorporate some sort of twist ending where the Freudian nature of your obsession is revealed.

No, I take it back. Even then, it will likely not show up on Oprah's Book Club list.

Come across any nice dog noses lately?

I ran over a nail today while driving to work. Does that count as news?

Not that I blame you though, love. The conversation was fun once upon a time. I think that was where I first mentioned my high school toga parties.

As for what's new, not too much to report here. I'll be in Berlin in a week.

As for what's old...let's just say that if I get alerted even once more that somebody on this godforsaken site likes math or English or Spanish or Basket Weaving 101, I'm going to blow my top.

I think that you should take a closeup of your ear, capturing its cavernous insides to whatever extent possible. Should this prove to be physically impossible, the use of another person's ear is permissible.

Did you think of an idea for a motif or are you just trying to tell me that you miss me?