My dearest Bonnie-lass,
Your dispatch finds me still among the living, though the morning has shown its teeth and the road ahead promises no small measure of mischief.
The black elixir has done its noble work. My spirit is fortified, my hands no longer tremble, and I go now to meet the day as an explorer meets the wild frontier: poorly prepared, mildly dramatic, but with courage enough to continue.
May your cup be warm, your enemies confused, and your Nostr feed mercifully free of nonsense.
Ever your faithful correspondent,
A weary traveler of the morning ☕️☀️
