Why is it that dealing with all this white stuff seems to get harder and harder every year? Especially the driving through it in the middle of the night. How I wish I could figure out how to make a living without leaving home.
Ramsey is back to his normal self anyway, I even caught him trying to boss Tessa around this afternoon. It actually seemed to work just a bit. I may have to have a talk with him, I think he is having daydreams of tyranny. Darned teenager.