Waking up in the north country, readying myself for the long day. It's cold and windy here, with a crust of frozen wet snow. No spring yet, not like Portland, with its crocuses and budding quince.

I'm prepared for class--my stack of handouts, my plans--but also I'm not at all prepared. Anything could happen. Still, I'm feeling calm enough, and I slept passably, and in 45 minutes the store will open and I can drink a cup of coffee, which will make my prospects even brighter.

On another note: my upcoming Poetry Kitchen chapbook class is now full, and there are only two spaces left in the revision class. So if you're thinking about snagging a spot, you should move quickly.