Tomorrow I will start on my ninth year doing this, and I will, most likely, keep doing it until I die, or can't get a computer to work via keyboard or voice commands.

And it's not really fun anymore, but it's not work, and it's not a burden... well, 'capt for them damned haikus, whose idea was that, anyway?

It's just a daily part of my life, that's what it is. And it is fun on a more-than-just-occasional basis, especially when I hear from readers. I almost said "my" readers, but almost all of the readers whose gaze graces these pages also read many other journals, so readers? They belong to everyone, they do, but even more to the ones who appreciate them. I don't know how that would work out in an equation, and I guess that I don't really care.

I appreciate the hell out of, um, *my* readers, the ones who come here just to see how and what I'm doing.

OK, enough of that.

Got up at a civilized hour today, 10:00 I think it was. Called my doc and talked to the nurse in charge of pacemakers, she said that there were no travel restrictions at all, so... we're going to Oklahoma tomorrow! To see Mom and to help her move! Although she said that I was not gonna be allowed to do anything, but we'll see about that, heh.

And then on Friday or Saturday, we'll head back up and stop in Wichita, where Karen's brother Chuck will be visiting. And then on Sunday, a birthday party for Betty, hopefully it'll be early enough so that she can enjoy it. And then back home, and work on Monday.

So there's a distinct possibility that there will be no entries until Monday evening. Now's a good time to get on the reminder list, heh?

I have spent a good part of the day working on taxes. Not pretty, what with Karen retiring and rolling stuff over and junk like that. And I hit a dead end when the program asked me for figures from the re-finance that we did last June. Can't find that damned piece of paper anywhere. We'll call tomorrow and get another one, I hope that we can.

During my frequent down-times borne of frustration, I spent my time in the basement working on songs. I finally have all of the software put together, and I have the feeling that if I knew what I was doing I could be dangerous. Sadly dangerous, though, since I never will have a voice, and yes, I'm sad about that, 'cause I really want to be able to sing. O'well, y'can't have everything, and I'm already rich and good-lookin', heh. And I *do* have a wonderful wife and a coupla-five wonderful kids, and a wonderful Mom and brother and all of my inlaws are great too. Pretty lucky, right? So who cares if I can't sing worth a (literal) hoot?

And it's late again, need some good sleep in my own bed tonight, it'll be four nights in non-waterbeds, I'm afraid.