Well, this morning I'll hit the road again . . . off to Vermont for a nephew's high school graduation. Yesterday I shipped the last editing project on my desk, placed that essay on Baron's and Teresa's poems, did the housework, managed to get a bit of gardening done between showers, wrapped presents, sort of packed, and am mostly ready to buckle down for a car trip.

The weather should be tolerable--maybe a little more rain, but not much--and I'll have Anna Karenina for whiling away the lonely nights.

For now I am snug in my corner. Everything outside is dripping, dripping. A robin is singing. The peonies are bowed to the ground.