Not much is happening here in Missylandia. That is why I have not written for a while. The service is still according to my expectations, however, the soft food contingent could be a bit bigger, and I should get gloving a lot more often than just four-five times a day. Someone should invent a robot that I could strap on my back and which could glove me the whole day.

There are other pleasant things in Missylandia, than the gloving. Sunbathing in the kitchen window, for example. That is the best place.

I certainly cannot complain of my life.

Love,

Missy