Settling in...

But never down...

Besides my silly list of names and a new poem and my interval training class and arranging for John Waters' big trip to Iowa and Chris being in New Mexico...

Not much is going on here this week.

But I'm grouchy from snow and cold, and still imagining a move South.

Talked to Stacy last night (as we do) from bathtub to bathtub. She left Chicago last year and moved to savannah. I was so jealous, as she described her balmy air, while my own forehead is chapped.

Chapped forehead? Sure enough!

Anyone going to AWP?