Stella here.
Yeah, th' cat's OK. Lost a little hair from her be-hind, and she ain't too inclined t' go out t'day (see Harvey's yesterday postin'), but other'n that, she's fine - in case y' was worried.
It's snowin'. Th' Pier Road's covered over an' there's plenty more comin' from what I hear tell. I'm some glad Harvey's days o' plowin' snow are over. If y' want t' hear about 'em, y' gotta go listen t' Pat G sometime when she's tellin' stories somewhere.
T'night's a blue moon, too. Just made it under th' wire. We won't be seein' it, though, f'r th' snow.
Me an' Harvey hope y' have a happy, safe New Years Eve an' a wicked fine new year. We'll be long asleep when some folks is whoopin' an' hollerin' an' watchin' that ball drop in Times Square. Used t' be, we'd go out in th' door yard an' bang on a kettle with a couple o' wooden spoons, but now we're con-tent t' let other folks do th' rabble-rousin'.
Enjoy th' ev'nin', whatever y' do.
Love,
Stella,
An' we'll see y' NEXT YEAR.
H.
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