I never did get the call to make another trip to the hospital last night; I do not know the circumstances.

I am finding it difficult to adjust to the shifts in schedules–being up late, getting up early, going back to bed. Looking at the clock, I’m not certain why it is so late as it is (after seven thirty) and I am only now arriving here. Of course, my e-mail has been completed, and there were a couple of notes requiring extended attention, but even so I feel like I’m being pushed later.

A friend has managed to strip the twelve songs off my first home-made CD, and has e-mailed them to me as MP3s; five arrived. Now I have to consider whether to resume posting these to the web site–if I can remember which songs have already been posted, now a couple years after that was disrupted. Even so, I’m glad to have the MP3 versions, as I’ve been unable to pull songs off the CDs myself, and people have wanted to hear some of these.

Now if I can remember who wanted what songs, I’ll be in good shape.

–M. J. Young