Loose Laces

It is snowing.

I'm back home. Just checked to see what ol' Joe left me. He seems to have taken the underwear and socks I didn't have room for when I left. He tapped my wife and took my underwear; damn, I wish he hadn't carried off my bloomers.

I'm alone again... and loving every minute of it.

I am going to pull a chair up to the window and watch it snow...!