Dear Tuesday, we meet again. Our little date seems to come faster each week. Dear Susannah and Madeline, by now the entire city of Dallas must know that “there are no cats in America.” Why do I let you watch movies with songs? Obviously I like to torture myself. Dear Thanksgiving, you seem awfully early this year. I feel quite unprepared for your arrival. Dear Madeline, let’s go on a date tonight, just you and I. Dear Jeremy, while we are gone, please try to keep Susannah’s energy level to small-ish tornado size, okay? Dear self, it would help to hit publish ON TUESDAY next time you write a Tuesday Letter.