Dear John,
It's late, and all's quiet here. The dog is asleep at my feet, and the cat is on the top of his tower trying to keep his eyes open. It's been a long day, and a good one.
The freezing rain missed us - it just slipped by us to the northwest. We had sun most of the day. It's supposed to be in the 40s Sunday and Monday, and rain on Sunday. The last of the snow should be gone by Tuesday morning.

I was floored. Jethro did just the right thing, and so calmly and gently. Hunter got the point. And I got to eat in peace. I've never seen that depth of maturity and judgment in Jethro. No, that's wrong; I've seen it once. I saw it when I brought him to the hospital to see you. This time he took the role of older sibling, keeping his baby brother out of trouble when Mom was tired and cranky.
So be proud of Jethro. The animals love me, and they love each other, and all is well in our little peaceable kingdom. We'll all go to bed soon. And we'll miss you there.
All my love, and lick from the dog, and a nuzzle from the cat,
Joan.
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