Last July I asked Greg how things are with him. He said:
“To be honest, things are wonderful. My wife loves me. My beautiful daughter wraps me tighter
around her finger every day. The goats and sheep are always happy to see me, bleating almost
merrily. The hens are laying. The guineafowl are settling in, making their buckWHEAT warning
when anything dangerous approaches including the wind or a full moon. The first ripe tomato was
plucked from the garden today. What more can a man want?”
What more indeed?
MetaGrrrl 