No. 1 son has given me qualified permission to enter his blog so word on your mother's condition can continue. So I hope I can work this blog business. Dad

Scott left Saint George Saturday, met Mary & Jeff briefly in the airport at Memphis--passing in the night you might say. The Fondy couple arrived here Saturday night with a load of groceries acquired in Tallahassee. Molly was up and awake to greet the tired couple arrived. (They had to give up two hours of sleep, converting to Eastern Time, and then daylight savings time.)

All the water Molly is drinking keeps her awake at night, arising many times to find her way to the throne. But last night she had a good night's rest, up only twice. Now we have to hold her back. She doesn't want to mind because she feels so good.

Jeff is already fishing so we are expecting a feast of Whiting, the most commonly caught shore fish here on St. George. But this noon we're all heading for Papa Joe's for oysters.

All's well. Rest easy.