Well, I wanted to write something before I leave Bozeman for good. There just isn’t much to add. Ann and her buddy Ryan stopped by on their way to Seattle last night. They slept in the living room. After tossing and turning for a good hour saying, “Just sleep in with the guests,” this morning, I got up, certain it was at least 7:30 or so.

It was 5 minutes to 6:00.

I tried to buy them breakie, but Ann wouldn’t let me. Ah, well, I’ll get ’em back. I spackled the holes in the wall today. I’m going to swab the toilet again later; little spot-wash. See ya in ‘Sconnie.