Lenore has been finding deer guts and intestines out in the woods. The hunters there are ethical and scrupulous about cleaning up, but every now and then, she finds a piece of deer and brings it happily home. In lieu of that, she dug a big stick out of a stream and carried that home. Lenore loves her life. And if you look at her, you will smile. Nearly finished with my last line edit of “Rose In A Storm.” Then I hope to return to my short stories. Went to Glens Falls to have lunch and do some chores with Maria. The merchants seem happier this year than last. Hope so. I sure am.