Readable by only those Sirius trusts.
I'm beginning my transition into becoming a hermit or going absolutely stir crazy mostly confined to the walls of this house. This is unacceptable and simply will not do.
Dax, I'm going for a ride and while that usually entails me going into the bedroom with Remus, I'm meaning my bike this time.
Remus, don't wait up, it seems that the best time for me to be out and left to my own devices is when everybody else is sleeping.
Is my head still being a sought after delicacy? I'm trying to determine whether or not I'm going to run out into public crowds tomorrow, harassing decent folk.