Heard back from two of the three courses I applied to teach this fall. Two down, one to go, but even if it is only these it’ll be good enough because there’s much other work to complete, like the thesis book. I get so low and so high trying to make it work, the book that is. Sometimes, it’s very rewarding and I laugh out loud and bet others also will, sometimes I think it’s pointless and I’ll never figure out how to make this story believable. In a way it’s just a huge song. In a way everything else in life is too. The chiropractor cracks me and I love it like my reset button pressed. I don’t know the ins and outs of their studies but I profit from these appointments, always leave better. They fixed the roof, the soffits that are rotten now covered in aluminum this is big news for the squirrels and the birds that squatted last year. Now before next winter, onto concrete repairs and stopping the rogue elm sideways growing against the fence it could topple any day. One of the courses I’m teaching is at Seneca College here in Toronto. The English department! Very pleased about that. Tried to persuade others that my songwriting course is understandable as a creative writing course. I’m a little more interested in also seeing people who don’t consider themselves musicians take the course. Progress is slow and then it is fast.