19 September 2015
dear pal (if you are reading this, insert your name here)
I would really like you and your family to join us for dinner tonight. It is the most wonderful September day, where you believe the weather is manufactured, it's so perfect. It almost makes you sad; Anne of Green Gables can explain why. I am having a slight reprieve from nausea and so I may even cook a proper meal. I went to the grocery store, so at the very least I will dictate instructions to Nate as he chops and browns and then afterward mixes and bakes dessert. Bring a light jacket and maybe a beanie because once the sun dips the temperature also does. We don't have a firepit dug yet, so we'll just be sitting on the patio on our pew, but I'll hang some twinkle lights. We can drink Izzes. It seems like such a shame on days like today that you live so far away and make invitations like this merely hypothetical. It's rude, really. We need to take advantage of these September days while we have them. Make hay while the sun shines and whatnot. Please see what you can do about moving next door by next weekend.