At long last I am checking in. It appears that Robert Frost chewed through the wifi connection here at the house, so even if I'd had time to talk to you, I wouldn't have said a word. All is repaired, however, and I am here to tell you, Sometimes it doesn't rain in New Hampshire! This is the first conference for years where we haven't spent most of the week cold and wet. Of course it's forecast to rain tomorrow; we'll get our proper dose of misery. But for the moment: sunlight, and forest, and field, and white iris, and mountains, and poems, and eager hearts. The beauty rends.