The little guy's cousin Rochester has been visiting. He says that Rochester is a bit of a sad sack and that's why he was stocking up on tea and sherry.

He says, when they go camping Rochester likes to sing maudlin songs by the camp fire and cry into his cup, and that at the beach Rochester likes to put a little note into a bottle, stopper it up and toss it far out to sea.

He says he found a note in a bottle once and it was probably from Rochester because there were a few big tear splotches on it, but he's not entirely sure as the splotches had mixed all the ink together and he couldn't read it anymore.

Today they went sky diving, he says, although clear skies are the best and it was a bit cloudy. He says to do it properly you need a big big open space or a good rooftop; you lie down in the middle of it and the sky zooms by above very slowly and quietly, big and blue or kinda convex and grotty.

He says he's mixing up some concentrated coolaid, and that they're going to make snow turtles after the snowstorm tomorrow. With Rochester helping, he says, it'll probably be a snow turtle barrow mound, so they will need something with which to paint nice druidic symbols.