Thursday, October 20, 2011
FarmWife can't figure out why she had a psychic pang of concern for me on the morning when I turned up lame, but why it didn't enter her head until she opened the door to come out to my paddock. "ESP shouldn't be stopped by a window or wall!," she thought. "Sixth senses are beyond material limits!"
Your mule-dar is working fine, FarmWife. You got my anxious thought the moment I sent it to you. You didn't hear from me until you opened the door because it was at that moment, when I heard the click of your turning doorknob, that I cried a silent "help!"
Yours in the eternal bond of friendship,