When everything goes wrong, I figure that I must be doing something right. Someone down there hates me.

Had to cancel practice again tonight. My coveted tenor is in charge of maintenance and security at the school where he works, and at the last minute, one of his men called in and couldn't work tonight. His wife has cancer, and she was having a hard time and he had to stay with her. In the game of rock/paper/scissors/cancer, cancer wins. Or loses.. So, we'll try for Thursday.

And the good news is that I laid the last piece of tile today, put up the last shelf, installed the last light fixtures and finished the last carpentry. I'd sit back with my feet on the chair and take it easy, but I can't find the chair. I'm sure that it's here somewhere..

Jerry