Will meet the boy's grandmother in Madison tomorrow and swap them. Eric went home the bridge way as it is closer to Ann Arbor. Will miss them both, but I have long been accustomed to the solitude of the farm. Eric will be back near the end of this month to ice fish, snowshoe, and cross country ski. We have a few new lakes with brook, brown, and lake trout we want to try. We have some movies to watch this evening, a warm fire, and good snacks for the guys. Wishing you had a relaxing New Year's Day.
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all."