Where is everybody today? No hymns requested, no funny comments–I hope you’re all okay. Gee, that sounds like it could turn into a poem. Don’t sorry, I won’t let it. If I start spouting poetry, there won’t be anybody here at all.
We have our first little bit of snow tonight, and it’s beautiful. When Patty wakes up, we’ll watch some Hercule Poirot. And tomorrow, back to work. Hi-ho, hi-ho.