Letters out ...

Denny said,"That's what retirement will do for you."   Of course, we had to stop because our printer ink ran out, but most of the Christmas letters are stamped and ready to go out tomorrow.  In the morning Denny met with Bissell and decided his shoulder wasn't hurting enough to merit another cortisone shot.  Denny was maybe going to chisel plow today, but the weather wasn't fit, so he ran the printer.  He had to feed the  photo paper in singly and lick each paper to have enough friction to have it get picked up by printer.  Uffta!!   Headed to the Monday night with the King.  Free popcorn.