The parents from hell have infested Erin's home. Cissie is hyperactive as usual and going nuts with little projects for Erin. Yesterday she cleaned a huge closet. Our luck with tires has been incredibly bad. I spent two hundred dollars for a new tire which was ruined in Cottonwood on an adventure. Near Jerome I ran over a shell casing for a high powered rife. One tire dead. In the last twenty feet to Erin's house the back of the truck slid off the snow covered driveway and a dry wall screw went through the sidewall of the new tire. Tire ruined, $200 bucks gone. The tire god did smile a little this time because I was able to get a used, practically new identical tire for half price. As always we have been eating well. Erin is following in her mom's tradition and has become a good cook. I have to take up to three hot tub breaks a day to ease my back a little. The morning soak is already complete. Since Erin is in the journalism racket there is a wonderful supply of reading material here, so being lazy sitting around comes easy. The sun comes streaming in every morning from the one wall that is entirely glass.
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