A letter from Sep 19, 2023

Dear FutureMe, It you in 2023, I guess for you it's 2026. I think I had a heartattack today, am I right? Do you know if I was right? I don't understand what's wrong with my body, nothing works and there are never answers. I hope it's figured out for you, I hope you're healthy and happy. I hope you're Blood Pressure stays normal and your body stops hurting. How is Fae? Is she happy? I love her so, she's so tired because of the kittens. You remember them don't you, Topaz Jr. Orange girl and Grey girl? Did they find good homes, do we get to see them. I've sadly bonded some with them. I tried not to. But I had to socialize them, I'll grieve when they leave. How is their dad, did we go through with our plan to adopt him, get him fixed and all that with our own money? He and Fae get along now and we're so used to him. I kinda love him now. My chest feels so funny, I'm scared to sleep, what if I don't wake up? I hear of that happening. Someone has a heartattack they think it's nothing and they go to bed like normal, next morning they're found by loved ones. What if the cats eat me. Ew. What's 25 like? Is it better or worse. Do we have a stable job? Where do we live? Did we study anthropology and archeology? What have we unearthed? Did we return them to their peoples? I hope so, don't be a Indiana, **** the British Museum. I hope we feel better, I have so many hopes for us. I just hope they work out. I have to sleep now. Hope to read this again. Bye-bye.