relaxedI also read a prodigious collection of magazine articles carefully clipped for my by JQP. Then I wrote postcards. For you young people, "Post Cards" are rectangles of rigid paper, often with photographs of local landmarks on one side and space for a hand-written message on the other, which are snail-mailed to friends and family when one has traveled to a distant location. You may wonder why anyone would do this when one could just email them, but I like getting post cards from people, and assume that my friends and family enjoy receiving them too. So I try to send postcards whenever I travel. Anyway, with Kato diligently keeping my fingers moist, I wrote about how the locals would spend all summer painting the newly-green leaves red, orange and yellow in time for the tourist in the fall, and other examples of my finely-honed humor. If you want to read what I wrote, I'm sure the Department of Homeland Defense made copies. Just write to them and ask.
The rain let up a bit by late afternoon, so I walked to JQP's work, and then back home. I can't say I did a whole lot, but it was a great day.
