Dear Cyndy,

There are some days when I look back at all my scurrying around
and find that I have accomplished little if anything at all. When
I look back on other days spent in a desultory manner on diverse
efforts, including day-dreaming, none of which seem to have come
to fruition, I conclude that something worthwhile has happened
after all.

Yesterday, in anticipating my cross-examination of Mr. Ciarmataro's
contention that my allegedly backwards installation of a "wye" in
the main sewer pipe increased the "resistance to flow", I spent some
hours trying to refresh my very limited understanding of fluid 
mechanichs. I began by googling "laminar flow", then "Reynolds Number",
and "Hagen-Poiseuille equation" and found myself confronted with
a Navier-Stokes differential equation which I remembered struggling
vainly to understand many years ago. Meanwhile, as I have confided
to you, I've spent many months ruminating on a theory of knowledge
which in my circumstances is more accurately denominated a theory
of ignorance; but whatever, knowledge or ignorance, Ciamartaro's or
Meyer's, I will have something to ask questions about at the hearing.

Since the rain has stopped, the sun was out and the grass was finally
dry, I spent some of the afternoon repairing the video surveillance
system with satisfactory results. When I had finished, all eight
cameras were functioning.

Chapter 53 continues to develop. I follow the story wherever it
leads me. Last night I also edited Chapter 1 of my first novel
"Die Andere". I've decided that self-publication is financially 
feasible. Publishing an electronic text costs virtually nothing
at all, and even the printing of a new book is now practical,
since it is possible to arrange for "printing on demand" where
the only copies printed are those which are actually ordered.
I have, of course, no reason to think that anyone will want to
read what I have written. Nonetheless, it seems to me a reasonable
project to make the books available to the public.
 
Mr. Peluso, the executive secretary of the plumbing board seems to
have difficulty scheduling a hearing. He promised to "get back" to
me by the end of next week, i.e. by May 4. Our plans for the summer
must therefore remain indefinite, a situation not uncongenial to me.

iIt's getting late, and I want to get started with the editing of
Chapter 2, - and so, good night. Please give my best to Ned.

Jochen