Waving at you all.
We're doing well as I seem to be under the protection of a legion of angels.
The boys went back yesterday to assess damage.
Let's just say that none of them want to go back.
Our house was looted, but we rather expected that--as some of you know, I had trouble keeping thieves out while I lived there.
I love you all much.
Sharon? Jan? Tried to phone but "all circuits are busy."
And just for old time's sake, I thought I'd share with you a story. I had my nephew pick up a sponge mop to keep the camp floor clean, and he came back grinning--the name of the mop was "Big Easy".
The Gods may laugh at me alot, but they send angels.