I just put new shoes & sox on my horse. My wife, Becky, cooked a big pizza for me which I ate a few minutes ago. It was pretty good. Becky said that her sister Ruth would be arriving tomorrow in a Conestoga wagon. We had lots of pizza in the root cellar to feed Ruth who was very fat. Her son Reuben was a tall fellow who had been a cowboy, just like me, for a long time. Sometimes we would tell cowboy stories for hours just for fun.