“Here, take my money and keys.”

“What?”

“It’s a pain at security.”

Hated to tell him we weren’t flying but that we were taking the last of our guests to the airport..

Even the house is lonely – the bedrooms cry for people. Ah, waiting for May or sooner if the mountain passes are good.

We just hauled lots of wood in, bought a chicken lasagna for NY Eve and extra milk and bread. Sound like survivalists! It has snowed heavily for 2 days.

He just sat down on his chair – I asked what’s the matter. He’s looking for his high boots. Why? The snow’s up to my knees! You don’t need boots now – you just got your wood in.
Oh.
Feel so sorry for him.