Tom just got up. We can't have sex till Tuesday cuz he's gonna be working on the roof till Monday. It's OK, I told him. I understand it needs to be done and is our top priority. So far, the work he's doing on the roof looks great and is going great.

Still no package from Kim. She must've gotten tied up and wasn't able to mail it out when she said she was going to. Of course, there's always a fear of it being misdelivered.

I've got about 9 journals decapped, spell-checked, capped, and proofread, but there's been a problem with something taking up so much memory, that I can no longer save my work as I go along. Tom's still trying to figure this one out, but hey, there's always a problem with I do some type of project on the computer.