Home again! The boys are wrestling on the oriental carpet, the cat won't let me out of her sight. There is a dusting of snow on the unused car (I hid the keys before I left). I miss the friends (and the weather) in San Diego, but it is good to be home. Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new.

(That last line, by the way, from Lycidas, is the kind of poetryfied syntax that especially irritates me. Do you agree, Amos?)

Eiseley