It has gotten very boring here with relentless good weather and no mishaps to speak of since the well. There is plenty to eat and the apples are falling off the trees. The tractor is running fine and the barn is stacked to the rafters with hay. A boatload of carrots came in.
The living is easy, very easy, a monkey could do it.
This can only mean one thing: catastrophe approaching, from the East probably, on little cat's feet.