On Friday, I'm reading at the Harlow Gallery in Hallowell, 7 p.m., alongside the poet Adrian Blevins. And it looks like my car is getting fixed today, so I'll actually be able to drive there. If you're a Portland-area person in need of a ride up, let me know. I'd welcome the company.

It's cold out there this morning, high 50s, and dry as dust. We're in desperate need of rain. This morning I have to bring my car to the garage; then I'll be back to editing, manuscript reading, a phone conference about teaching. . . . At least there are three new poems to add to the sheaf, after my weeks of no-writing. And I think they're not too bad. So that's something. That's a lot, really.