We had a nice visit with Mrs. Dewar today. At ninety-one, she's still as pretty as a picture. Jimmy wore his baseball cap, of course, and always sits across the room from her in his father's old chair. We were having a good time, but had to cut it short when I remembered that I had accidentally left some peanuts boiling on the stove. They were fortunately on simmer, so calamity was averted. Although the peanuts are a little soggier than one would prefer, they'll get Jimmy through the Georgia-Vanderbilt game tonight.