We've got some snow-sleet slop coming in tonight and tomorrow, but today looks quiet, weather-wise, which is good because I'll be driving downtown to get a haircut this afternoon and those appointments are hard to get. I'm on the fence about whether I want to get my hair cut really short or continue with this mid-length stuff. Every winter I hate how it looks, no matter what length it is, so I suppose the style hardly matters. Humidity has downsides, but not for my hair. It loves to be curly in the summer, and I wish it could figure out a way to keep that curl alive in the winter instead of reverting to flyaway droop.

And thus we conclude our Monday-morning vanity talk.

I've got my exercise class at 8, and then a bunch of housework things to do and a few paperwork obligations as well. I'm on editing hiatus till mid-March, so I want to get myself into a writing schedule, though today is not the day for starting that. Mondays are always kind of breathless. As I sit here writing to you, I'm already fretting about laundry and dishes and floors and bathrooms. I did work a fair amount this weekend, on Frost Place stuff mostly, and most of the housework got pushed forward. Plus, Tom was drilling and sawing for two days, and there's no point in trying to clean anything while he's tracking sawdust around the house.

And thus we conclude our Monday-morning maid talk.

In other news: My Antonia is a magnificent novel. I love sketching out new poetry classes to teach. Zoom is making me tired. Homemade spelt pretzels are delicious.