“Open when you're sick”
No questions in this letter. You don't have to tell me how you're feeling, you don't have to reply, and you definitely don't have to be brave at me. Here is some news instead: the man in the flat below has taken up the trumpet. Not well. It is the defining crisis of my week and I wanted you to know about it. That's all this is — proof that the ordinary world is still out here being ridiculous, and that it will still be here whenever you're ready to rejoin it. Go back to sleep.
— No reply required. Genuinely.