I think I’ve temporarily solved the leak in the faucet. It holds well all day. But by sunset we’re dripping again. Righty tighty goes the water main for now.

I play music today and send it out over the radio airwaves. Random men call the studio during the program to ask about a song or tell me that they appreciate the music. I stretch myself to ask their names. It’s not that I am shy, I’m just bumblely. No finesse. Flirtation with men feels alien, somewhere in a realm of memory that is no longer my own.

I’m like the Tin Man before the Wizard.

Handsome-friend-who-was-once-a-lover calls me as he is driving and listening to my show. Sometimes he still comes in my dreams and we kiss or hold hands and sometimes I even think to tell him this. I know he’s not my soul mate but he was my Wizard last year.

As for the leak, I think an experienced craftsman is needed before going lefty loosey.