The only good GUEST (aside from one who became one because his cookie vanished) is a GUEST that's being sodomized with a red-hot awl. But I digress.

Waylon disappeared last Sunday afternoon and was missing until Thursday night. We had just about reconciled ourselves to the realization that a fox had probably got him, because he wouldn't stay away that long on his own when it was this cold, when he showed up, perfectly all right except a little thinner and very anxious to sleep in front of the wood stove. They just do it to torture us...

Peter.