Well, Little Hawk, first of all, I just want you to know that two nights ago I followed someone's advice and got some nail polish and painted the letters back on the keys so any bad spelling is well earned. Yeah, anyone can spell poorly when they don't have a clue which key is which. That's my latest story and as per usual... Iz stickin' with it... Fir now, that is...

Yeah, I don't think I did a very credible job last night in my relief. And I know I let Doug down, for which I'm feeling ashamed this mornin'.

But ya know what? By the time I decided to throw in the towell, I looked over at Dougie and, man, was he sawin' some logs. The poor guy is wiped out manning the fort so much recently that I didn't have the heart to wake him up, so I just put a blanket on 'im and turned out the lights.

Gee, wish he'd get some real help 'cause that *right* (*wrong*) thinkin' is a a square peg to this ol' hillbilly...

Bobert