Today I woke up comforted by the prospect of writing poems during the workweek. The notion that this is okay started last week; it'd been almost 10 months since I last wanted to do that ( Read more... )

Last night there was a private reading of the House Book for a few dear friends. It was not intended to be public; that's coming later, and that'll be the one I'll be upset if you're there to see ( Read more... )