Glad to see things startin' to get back to normal, sort of. Shore missed the routine I wuz 'customed to til the war went down. Figgered old williamlayton wouldn't 'member how to use this contraption after such a long time bein' without. Guessin' his shed didn't fall on him while he was tryin' to get it level (fat chance, he ain't never been on the level). What kind of vermin was that Holiday was infested with? More and more convinced old Butler didn't lose no mule - he ate it, and didn't want none of us to know it. Kind Wishin' Lady GB was plantin some sweet taters, cuz they taste lots better than those flowerin' things.