[Boomer]

Muncle,

I did not know that you were such a big meany.

The snow has not reached us yet. It is predicted to be on its way later in the week.

But here the wind has been blowing and blowing and blowing. I really hate a cold wind blowing. It's a good thing I was not one of those poor women who, after having lovingly packed her china in the flour she had to schlep so she could cook, had to head west in a covered wagon. Had I been born to do such a thing, I would no doubt have gone stark raving mad from listening to those prairie winds, and I would have gone on a rampage and slaughtered everyone in my path.

And, yes, I was, in fact, planning to make stew this week.

So anyway, I hope you get that silly beard caught in your printing press.