Sorry to hear about your friends. Sad times. I'm glad you haven't hit the blades— we enjoy your company and have been missing you.
The Bobster has been in and out of the doc shop and is having breathing trouble again, which also means a lack of sleep. When he feels rotten he tells me how I've been a blessing to him, and that always makes me worry that he's not thinking straight. Mother Teresa I ain't.
If you scroll back 10-20 pages you'll get the drift. The greenhouse has worked out really well. End of November at 8000 ft. in Wyoming, and I'm picking ripe tomatoes. Eating one makes me happy.
Grab the salt and pepper and let's have a fiesta!