Yesterday was hot, and today will be hot-plus-thunderstorms, and then we're supposed to get cold drizzle all weekend. Such peculiar weather, though I am enjoying my summer skirts.

Today is trash day, and wash-the-sheets day, and start-organizing-the-next-poem-collection day. I shipped out an editing project yesterday, and did the housework, and dealt with Frost Place issues, and now I have no excuses. The day is mine and I need to use it.

So I'll undergo my exercise session, and do some laundry, and then start spreading out poems on the dining-room table. When I need a break, I'll read some Donne or go for a walk or work on revisions. It will be a tiny 6-hour poetry retreat, but maybe long enough to trigger real thought.