The Conundrum of Mr. C

Dear Reader,

As a foreword, I would simply like to explain that I decided to begin a diary of sorts. I tire of this dreary house and would like to feel as if I am speaking to someone. I suppose that someone would be you. That is, you: whoever finds the pages I will write, probably shoved inside an empty book cover, if I can just remember to do so and not loose all of them.
Anyway, I do so hope you find some entertainment out of these entries, and, thus, my thoughts.

Always dearly yours,
Mr. C