My dad's trying to get me into sketching sweaters, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be tanning wool hats.

Life here is the same as it ever was. Every morning, I have to wax dad's feet before I can eat breakfast. Usually, I have a big plate of open-faced rutabaga with a side of rhubarb, and wash it down with a glass of bacon grease.