ME: (Tries to work)

MY BRAIN: Dear God:

ME: ?

MY BRAIN: How are you? I am fine.

ME: Um.

MY BRAIN: Thank you for the nice sweater.

ME: (Sweater?)

MY BRAIN: It’s a little itchy but I remember in that hymn it says your eyes are on the steel wool.

ME: I think you mean sparrow.

MY BRAIN: Well, I guess I’m running out of room…

ME: What are you writing on?

MY BRAIN: See you at the canasta tournament!

ME: You’ve been playing canasta with God?

MY BRAIN: Love, me.

ME: The least you can do is sign it.

MY BRAIN: Why? It’s God. God knows who it is. Besides, they’ll recognize my sweater.