River's little cough is weakening and being replaced by the ever-present roar.  My thesis proposal is
coming along in powerful surges.  The yard is finally free, almost, of heavy scrap materials from Ryan's 
business refuse.  I helped him to lift a beastly compressor of sorts into my Baja and from my Baja into
his service truck.  We celebrated by his comment that I didn't bother him by rather surprise him with
my aplomb.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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