Should I Tell the Bishop?

Am I to grab this nasty neighbour by the scruff of his scruffy neck, shove his head against that lovely hard wall between our apartments, and hear a delightful crack? He is not as gracious as my friend the bishop. And so I laugh so much when I think about it, loving the nasty neighbour as much as I do not. Is it not more fitting to think of my friend the bishop? So should these lurking shadows, whispers that seem venomous, become light that is a pure beacon, instead of crushing hope? Hmm, this is something that I try not to talk about as I sit and sip tea with forbearance and patience. I face with feeling that calm card sent to me by my friend the bishop. (24 Jul 2025)