… even though we ain't got scratch …
To: The Boss
Date: April 5
Only two eggs were left. That solved the decision of how many eggs to put in the omelet.
The snow was getting mushy, and then we got rain. Now everything’s muddy. Knee-deep, in places.
The river rages, up to the top of its banks. It’s magnificent and roaring.
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