Despite the fact that my husband caused me much unnecessary grief and frustration throughout the years, I am very sad to have gone without him for such an extended period of time. None of the village quite knows where he has traversed to, and seeing as he would most likely jump at the chance to escape my company, there is no telling where he may lie. It seems as though he has just disappeared, without any rhyme or reason. All that I can gather is that his horrid laziness has finally come around to kick him in the rear.

For as long as I can remember back to, Rip Van Winkle has been the epitome of procrastination. By finding every excuse to not do his daily chores around the homestead, he has over time gotten himself into a large hole of trouble. Why I stay close to that...