Dear Cyndy,

Thank you for your letter. On the surveillance images I just
took with the Konnarock computer a few minutes ago, the snow
appears to reach the level of the first step at the kitchen door,
perhaps as deep as 8 or 9 inches, and that's in the absence of
drifting.  I've asked Jeane, the woman who looks after the house
for me to send a friend with a truck to pack down the snow in
the driveway and then to tell me whether I can get to the garage
with our low-slung van. I admit it's foolish to brave the
winter weather, but somehow the uncertainty and difficulty
of the project invigorate me. I'm reluctant to change our
plans, but I might have no choice.

So far as our hypothetical stop in Hilliard is concerned,
I'm very sympathetic with Ned's need to work; I've often
felt the same way. Thank you for your suggestion of our
possibly having lunch together. However, Margaret and I
need to be on our way early, no later than 10 a.m. to get
to Konnarock in time to shovel out the driveway if 
necessary. So let's agree to postpone this visit. Quite
possibly there will be other occasions.

Perhaps my mood is colored by the circumstance that I spent
much of the day shoveling snow, from our driveway, - though
not as long as yours, still long enough, and from Klemens'
driveway next door.  He and his non-college family are
away in New Hampshire skiing. In the past few days, while
I was coping with the German history project concerning my
family about which I wrote you, clerical duties have piled up.
Bills to be paid, letters to be answered, and I think I should
get started on that right now.

Please stay well, and give my best to Ned.

Jochen