Dear Nikola, 

Thank you very much for writing. I feel well, but I am aware of getting older and older. In 29 hours I will be ninety. I seem to be getting progressively drowsy. Although I have been sleeping soundly at night, I frequently discover myself having fallen asleep at the computer. The series of sonnets that I was writing, seems to have come to an end. They mean something to me, because they reflect my thoughts and feelings. Whether they would be meaningful to someone else, I don't know. Meanwhile I have turned to editing, revising, rewriting the libretto which I began last year, a task which presents me with interesting issues of versification. I vacillate between writing a text to be put to music, a closet drama, a theater piece, - and often something that seems ridiculous and worthless.

Let's continue to keep in touch. Give my regards to your parents. Be well!

EJM 

On 06/25/2020 07:09 PM, Nikola Chubrich wrote:
> Dear Dr. Meyer:
> 
> Another mere greeting. Nothing comes to mind that seems worthy to say. I 
> hope you are well.
> 
> Nikola.