Well! I must say that I'm glad to see signs of life. I kept wandering by and your windows were dark, the kitchen clearly uninhabited. Nice to see your smiling face again.

Speaking of rain, today I took my little dog out 'Last Chance Basin Road', the most popular walk in downtown Juneau, a low speed, non-paved road that leads a mile into the mountains where the old mines dug into the hillsides and where today the trails begin. People take their strollers and dogs and significant others and enjoy the many-shaded greens of the canyon. It's noisy from the tumbling waters of Gold Creek, the little river where gold was discovered a hundred and twenty years ago.

Today it was weely, weely wet. (Where's Elmer?) It wasn't cold but my light jacket soaked through and Meggie was even wetter. After we got home I had to towel her off; luckily she likes it, just braces herself against the vigorous towelling.

Pour me another cup, if you will, Jerry. And who is that across the table?