Dear ever'body,

Lord luv ya, maze ammies, ya shor do a body good! Ticker's a tad unreliable uv late; don' keep good tahme n'more. 'T seems ez quaht a spell's gone by since we done pas' t' jug. Mebbe Ah'll jes' hatter sit'n set awhile. Done misset ch'all sumpin' dretful -- 'n' that's a fack!

Thanks fer the call, JoeO. And, Ferrara, blessin's fer the kine'ly letter. Will git back t' y'all -- G-d willin' 'n' th' crick don' rise. Awful nahce t' be thawt on.

Sweet dreams,

Shula