This may be my last chance to visit the university library for a couple days. Old man Barnaby woke me this afternoon to tell me that a family emergency called him westward and that he was lookin' for a companion for the journey. Turns out his daughter was draggin' their plastic Christmas tree down to the basement, when she trips over one of the dangling cords and cracks her back on the bathtub her boyfriend's cooking meth in. Barnaby's out gathering coins for bus tickets, but I got to get some scratch together if I want a bottle for the ride. Until next time, stay hearty friends.