Numba Ten (or X if you are "in Rome")

Hello, my readers... Forgive me for the pause, i had to catch my breath; "readers," Dom you are a joker... Anyway, if i can avoid schizophrenic meanderings, (as if!) perhaps we can get down to business. Like many of you, i am also settling in (think sandstone) to the slow routine of hometown life (think John Cougar Mellencamp, unless that makes you nauseous). I have applied for a job at the St. Meinrad Archabbey and School of Theology Library (think circulation desk menial slave) and have called my previous employer, a sculptor, to see if he has any more work for me (think pounding clay with a wooden club. Seriously!)
Fortunately, my summer will not be filled with the search for female companionship, as there is a certain lovely lady in my life from whom one could scarcely ask for more (can you tell she has access to this site's address?). Unfortunately, instead the summer will be filled with fevered reveries (of the purest nature, of course) of said maiden, as she is currently four, count 'em four, states away (think Florida).
But, other than that, my prognosis is excellent, everything is healing nicely, and it looks like there is no bubblegum jello (or brue mongorian jerro) on the menu.