Yesterday's reading turned out to be a lovely event. It was held in a beautiful room at the Brunswick library, filled with couches and a working fireplace and many attentive listeners. I even sold a few books. There are two more readings in this series, coming up next Sunday and the Sunday afterward. So make your way there, if you're local.
Today I'm back to high school teaching, online teaching, manuscript reading . . . My brain is fizzing with "Don't forget" instructions to itself. In the interstices I'm still rereading Toibin's stories, still dipping into Dante and The Birth of the Modern, still muttering over my new poems. I need to find a way to fit some physical activity into this new schedule. Yoga class is impossible, so it will have to be cemetery walking, if I can manage to snag some afternoon daylight.