These small victories must suffice. I bought some food. I cleaned my car.
I finally replaced the board which had rotted off the outside steps (a year
Ago; some things take time). I cut down our dead maple tree. From them,
I must wring satisfaction, as the two tasks which remain, engine work on
My Ducati, fixes for the leaking line which issues from our septic tank,
Require skills I do not have. Before their advent, I was potent, ruler
Of a small demesne. Now, I am a baby, whining, waiting for some help.