Good morning!

I hope that notwithstanding the fears of my superstitious
mother, Friday 13, turns out to be felicitous - and an 
enjoyable last day on Nantucket.

The immediate occasion of my disturbing you is a request,
which, if inconvenient today, can wait until you are back
in Belmont on Sunday. I am considering asking the Plumbing
Board to move the Hearing to a courtroom protected with
metal detectors for the protection of witnesses, and I 
would like to document this request with text from the
Inquirer and Mirror or other sources containing relevant 
information about Mr. Ciarmataros restraining order and 
his violation of it.

It's my antiquated browser, I think, which refuses to
display this sordid story. My request is a) that you
search the Internet for the stories, copy the text,
without images, into text files, and append them to an
e-mail to me. But this can wait 'til Sunday ...

Here comes another stray dog across the lawn ... 
Ein schwarzer Pudel ...

Mommy and I are comfortable, but our respective 
conditions have been declining at such a rate that I
ask myself whether it might not be better to return
to Belmont sooner rather than later. Mommy is becoming
less and less sure about where she is. She is less
aware of the wetness of the bedpads, and this morning
declared she was too weak to get up to go to the
bathroom. I helped her, and we managed ...

As for myself, my hips are much less painful, but my
walking is becoming slower and more awkward. My 
contact lenses have been continuously fogged much of 
the day, a symptom which is much relieved by hydrating
myself with frequent glasses of water. Unless verbosity
is an index of mental failure, my mind seems to be o.k.

Enjoy the Island and distribute our love to all, p.r.n.