It’s four in the morning, the end of December. I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better. New Albany is cold, but I like where I’m living. There’s music on Market Street all through the evening. OK, I’m sorry for that Leonard.
Given the holiday and the drinking and the revelry and whatnot, it will be a bit slower than usual in these parts today, but things should get back to normal soon. In the meantime, have a safe and happy new year, everyone.