Hey, Elmer!

How great to see you. And here I thought jimmyt was going to sneak in here and beat you to it. Come to think of it, maybe Farmer Jimmy is dealing with his own wascally wabbits these days. Or maybe he's singing the Cow Cow Boogie.

It's a rainy morning here, and man do I love it. The last five days, we've been up with the sun going on our 3 and 1/2 mile walk, but there's morning thunder rumbling in the distance, and there's nothing to do but work on the final editing on my book, and roll around the shack, 'till the mail train comes back. The "declines" are pouring in, but I am not discouraged. I'm actually feeling good, because I think that my way forward is being illuminated, just like those little strips of light along the aisle of the airplane show you the way to exit if things go wrong. The way I look at it, every exit is also an entrance.

Jeremiah