Things are going well. My performance last night was pretty good even though my horn gave me some trouble.
I took out the rock near the cabin solar, sprayed the cistern locks, cut more of the road to the orchard, cleaned the orchard shed a little, treated the steps with Thompson’s, put the kayaks back in the tractor barn, cleaned up the greenhouse a little, practiced my horn, wrote a poem for Noah Solomon, and started preparing my classes for next week. I also copied my poetry manuscript to a disk so I can send it to Finishing Line.
I sent my first Match.com e-mail out to a woman in Roanoke who seemed interesting and attractive.