I am dubiously certain

I am dubiously certain, as I am certain of the cup of coffee placed on the dresser beside me, that you have been neglecting your duties as a writer, and contingently, your duties as a friend. Now Anne, you know I am not one to give you grief about such trifles, but I do feel that you should have at least written a snippet here and there. Perhaps in English; perhaps in Spanish.

I know nothing about your adventures in the sun-burnt nations and you say "Siempre en mi mente durante mis viajes" but how can I believe you, like I believe the cup of coffee that I am holding in my hands, that this is true. There is no evidence to prove such a thing when you haven't written in a month.

So I leave you with this. This little, insignificant summation of my grievances and hope you take them as seriously as you take your studies in Nicaragua. That is all for now my dear. And as you can see, I am dubiously certain.