PINEAWEIGH-DAY TWELVE, mid-morning: OOPS
Won’t Tom, Diane, and Dave be surprised when they return from the walk to the bakery expecting to be off shortly for Sidney.
That horrible feeling I’ve had for a few days has support—i’ve searched and searched. The Pine Passports seem not to be on the boat.
Punt.
Very soon. Punt. Let’s see how good we will be at it.