The work is paying off. I’m getting in a dullard’s half an hour every day, and the finger positions on the fret board come to me a little faster as the days pass. The only semi-smooth chord change I can make is from E to E minor, which is only slightly more difficult than lifting my forefinger from a hot stove. But I count everything. Old dogs trying new tricks should moderate their expectations and lower them at need. 

So I keep my 30-minute promise to myself, but the clock was slow tonight. Damn, but it’s true. I’m bored.