February 24, 2003
Most of us who write journals just hit the high points, or the very low points. Many trite and mindless activities make up a day so, just for fun, I thought I would just tabulate those events. Here’s what Sunday looked like:

• Picked up dirty clothes on my side of bed and actually put them in two piles, light colored and dark. Like most men, I expected a medal for this, but, after 24 years, I don’t think one is coming.

• Looked at leaky float in studio bathroom and thought about rolling up my sleeves and fixing it. Then thought better of it.

• Landscaper Chuck Bune told Kathy yesterday at Lou Murphy’s birthday party that if you have any trees over your leech field you had better cut them down or you’ll have root problems up the ying yang. Tried to decide if we should borrow a chain saw and do it ourselves. Walked out to south side of house and looked at the jungle that has grown up there and decided to think about it. Put it on my list of things to do after the magazine is in the black (might make a nice project for our grandkids, if we ever have any).

• Found three piles of dog doo doo in back part of studio. Had so much fun cleaning this up (loose, green stools). Managed to blame it on Kathy, proving my creative powers are still intact.

• Made bacon and pancakes for breakfast, utilizing my famous lemon and baking soda trick that produces extra light and fluffy cakes. Ate too many (7). Also felt guilty about eating the bacon. Reminded myself that the orange juice I drank probably counterbalanced all the fat and cholesterol, proving my rationalization powers are still intact.

• Made a list of things I need to do today and stared at it for many minutes (finally decided to do this list you are reading instead of actually doing items off the worklist).

“The first requisite for success is the ability to apply your physical and mental energies to one problem incessantly without growing weary.”
—Thomas A. Edison