Sound of a front-end loader backing up beeping repeatedly at 4am announced snow removal. Didn’t get up until after 8. Heard this poem on radio:

Happy the Man

by  John Dryden (1631-1700)

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, 

He who can call today his own

He who, secure within, can say,

Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Be fair or foul or rain or shine,
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Translation from Horace??

Worked on UTM RPM instructions, then more volunteer website for the library. Matt Almeida at 11am. 

Walked to library for Program Committee mtg. Good  review of projects. 

Stayed art library until almost 4. Then walked to Tom Ferrell’s Auto at Worth Ave. to pick up care after auto inspection. 

Went to bank where I ran into the same truck driver with torn rotator cuff  He didn’t remember meeting earlier at Bobs Diner  

Karen cooked chicken with beer can in the butt  very good.