The earth is flat.

May 11, Coldwater.

We moved last night; we have the day off today for Mother's Day and management wanted everyone to enjoy sleeping in. The route said: "Happy Mother's Day and enjoy your day of" with nine exclamation points.
Going to Paulding early in the morning yesterday there was a dense fog; leaving at dusk I discovered a landscape flat as a tabletop as far as the eye could see, the flatness intensified by the lack of any vegetation other than the dried-up stubs of harvested corn, and the houses we passed looked lonely and exposed in the immensity. Paulding was nice to us.