A pretty good day. I sent off a poetry manuscript, phone banked for Obama, cleaned up the downstairs, saw my doc. I feel okay tonight. But tired as usual.

I don't have a poem in me tonight. It was Jung who said, "If you don't have something to create, then perhaps you create yourself." I guess so.

I made a breakthrough in a relationship that has been worrying me today. We'll see how it evolves. It's a beginning, perhaps.

I heard from a music guy about an open jam Friday. There is the potential for serious collaboration with him and his wife. She sings, he plays, and they co-write. I sing and write songs, but my lyrics are a lot stronger than my music, though my voice is strong.

The I Ching group is scheduled for Sunday afternoon. Getting something like this off the ground is not easy. I'm going to hangt in there with it, though.

Linda and I are getting along well. I have not raised my voice to her today. Good, for me. One day at a time.

I am keeping a new diary of what I am eating. I hope that this helps me to cut down.

I have to work up three songs for the open jam Friday night. I'll copy them here, and share the mp3 with anyone who wants to hear it. But I'll have to send it to you via email...