It's SNOWING here. Mary's house is being redone (the wallpaper is quite nice, as is the painting). I slept a lot on the plane out and I'm planning to go back to bed shortly. I am pooped.

Yesterday, after they picked me up, we went to the new Cabela's store around here. I bought a pair of shoes and a book and didn't even look at the hunting and fishing departments (I did walk through the camping stuff). I asked Pat if I could by a 14 foot john boat (they could strap it on the roof of the plane home) but she made some irrelevant remarks and so I didn't.

Happy Thanksgiving, Mom. If you want something more than that watery soup Stilly serves, drop around. We've got food for six and only three to eat it.