Wow!

A flurry of friends! Good to see you all!

I've spent the evening cleaning my office and I have finally proven that yes, there is a floor! I know my desk is in here, somewhere.
My cousin is coming to visit tomorrow, and I'd like to at least give the illusion that I am well organized. Worse comes to worse, I'll just keep the door to my office closed. It's becoming a mystery room. I like to think that a messy office is the sign of a creative mind. Or at least, that's what I tell myself.

My cousin lives in California, and I've only seen him once (and briefly) since I was a teenager. I've written a song and rememberances about his Father, so it will be fun to share them with him.

Life is good.

How can I keep from typing?

Jerry