It is finished.

Complete. Todo. No more. No mas.

86,974 bales. 3008 mote bales. I don't have the figures on seed. But it is quiet.

We went to town last evening. We had dinner with some of our co-workers. Krl and I got there at five, our guests began arriving about five-fifteen. Krl and I headed back to St. Lawrence about seven thirty-four. Our guests remained until after nine. We laughed. We relaxed. We unwound. We ate. It was a good evening!

This morning has been spent loading forklifts, fuel tank, and getting ready for the final loading of supplies. Hopefully I will get to it later in the day. L.M. is ready to finish his year. We lack one trailer with equipment and three travel trailers. The forecast is not good. Snow. But there is no rush.

FATHER, thank you for the tremendous season we enjoyed. We have been blessed. I am thankful for the work, for the safety, for the bountiful crop. All of it is linked directly back to you. I pray for those needing your healing. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, fill our needs LORD. YOU are good!