The hairbrush might be mine, Charley. The flashlight was in the cottage.

We ate at Sarah's Deli, Barbara. Where would you have gone?

Amos, ol' stompin' grounds ain't usually what they used to be. You might be dismayed to see the coast these days.

I spent yesterday taking a rock saw apart so I could ship it to Gordon in Guam. It is heavy as hell and rusted all over but I got the saw out of its enclosure and taken apart. Even without the case and the motor it is still heavy.

Today we have the leading edge of what was Ophelia. We have heavy rains and dark skies.

Wakana has resurrected some old skills and is working on a new one. She has been drawing the house and recently she bought some watercolors and has taken to painting. My parents love her. Yesterday they suggested I go home alone to get the place ready for her. They swore they would let her follow me soon. I don't believe them but I know she would be home once the weather turned cold.