I picked up the ukulele again. It was dusty. I blew the dust off. I’m learning “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” which is simple.
The kitchen faucet broke. Ming bought a new one. Now he’s going to read the instructions.
Our houseguests were easy and a delight. Last night A started reading me Dune. “I don’t know if I’m smart enough for this book,” I told him. But he seemed unconcerned.
