I am playing beat the clock. It is 10:00 PM. I have been "working" on and off since 11:00 AM.

I am going to start setting up my office at the tables after my daily walk and shower. I even managed to read one of the New York Times today. Sitting on the bed to read is dangerous. The difference between reading and falling asleep are just too close. Falling asleep wins.

Since I have enough supplies to actually set up a fairly respectable working desk, I am going to do that.

In addition to reading one day's NYT, I wrote a three page letter to Reverend Paul, I received his letter last Tuesday, so really needed to send the thank you to him for the books he sent. I also completed five pages for the blog and now this quick letter to you.

I will now be sitting on pins and needles waiting to see what, if any response I get to you giving out the address.

I am really taking the writing thing seriously, and hopefully you will see an improvement in my writing. Please let me know where you feel I need to spend more effort. I will pay close attention to your comments. I realize that I need to pay close attention. I often find myself skimming over a sentence or two instead of reading it critically for errors, style, grammar and spelling.

Also let me know if it is a real problem if the type runs off the page. It should not happen that often, only when I end up adding additional information during the editing. As long as a reprint the paragraph in full at the top of the next page can you deal with it? I would hate to have to "waste the ribbon and retype the whole page. But let me know what is needed and I will comply.

I am going to write a letter to Mom this week and see what she thinks of some of my ideas. I do not expect anything elaborate at all; it will certainly be a KISS project. And hey I can even type the text and you can scan that in, can you not?

Besides, despite the obvious downside of my infamy, maybe someday like the phoenix [actually had to go get the crossword dictionary to look that one up] I will rise from the ashes.

Thanks for being my friend, life is good with you in it!  ¶ 3:04 PM