Busy weekend

I am looking at a VERY busy weekend, folks: a weekend, that is, to be spent staring at the spot where FarmWife ought to be when she is not terribly busy at her computer or out and about.

I want you to know right now that I do love you all, and that if I do not post again until Tuesday or Wednesday then it certainly means nothing at all except that my typist is otherwise occupied. I won't have forgotten you, and I hope with earful earnestness that you shall not forget me, your beloved friend, Fenway Bartholomule.