Each day I rise and make a plan, for the day. I thought of Thoreau when I woke. one must be awake to the day...to the dawn. Today, I reviewed a manuscript...Lao Tse says, "Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished." It took the whole day. But now I can see what I did in 1986-87 and perhaps what can be retrieved, and possibly published. Five poems in that MSS were published. I worked on a chapter about my fulbright fellowship in Samarkand and Tashkent, Uzbekistan. I had written a draft of about 4000 words since I have been here and today, I worked on "rewriting" and copy editing" that draft...to create a draft, which is my goal...which can be presented as a manuscript. I did not finish...but perhaps tonight. I teased out meanings and inserted omissions, and wrote real sentences where I had made sketches. That is as far as I got with my writing. I made a tabouli salad. I took a walk (it's one mile RT) and I walk down the mountain(we are at 1170 ft) and up again, twice a day, so at least it is two miles...and I like the beginning and end of the morning and afternoon, in that way...I fed my song birds and rabbits and now two squirrels; what pleasure these little songbirds bring...and how privileged I feel to be able to feed them for the period of time I live here.