oops

Our day began at 5:57 am, when our newspaper man backed into our truck. It made a noise. As did Oldest when he saw it happen and perceived that the newspaper man was leaving the scene. Which from my viewpoint at an upstairs window it certainly looked like he just might do.

The way I see it, it's all up hill from here.

K took the morning off to attend Youngest's winter concert which does not promise to be as, um,
succinct as Middle's.

More later.