Cliff's brother Don and his wife are going to be camping down at Bull Shoals in south Missouri. We're going to ride the motorcycle down there and spend a night; Cliff's sister who lives in our old house is going to follow in her car.
Grandson Arick is going to dog-sit and watch the place, so no intruders had better encroach on the compound. Arick knows where the gun is. I'm just sayin'.
I have a new stereo sound system I won't say much about, but it rocks.
This S.E.T. thing (spousal equity tax) is working out quite well for me.
I wonder if I could persuade Cliff to buy another tractor.