Set Adrift

Dear Readers, I know you must think I've abandoned you these last few days, and it really isn't true. It's just that one has been so busy with one's household obligations.

Big Blue, the late great oil burner, is gone, and in it's place is a shiny new uber-efficient furnace that is no where near as loud and keeps the homefires much warmer. While this new one lacks the brutish handsomeness of Big Blue, he does have a certain technocratic charm that is not unagreeable.

Tomorrow begins the final phase of the kitchen facelift. I won't spill all the beans: Suffice to say it will just tie up some loose ends nicely.

But I must run. The colonel is off to Delaware this weekend to tend to pressing Railroad issues. While I've urged him to just throw a few office dresses in a hatbox, I feel certain he is going to go his usual route and pack his anvil collection in an old refrigerator. It's my job to censor the packing so that the plane can get off the ground.