Monday, and another chilly morning in the little northern city by the sea.

Unlike Saturday, which was sheer laziness, yesterday was productive, in a housekeeper sort of way. I plowed through a giant laundry project, extending even to washing the bed pillows. I scrubbed the bathroom walls and ceiling. I did the grocery shopping and I made a ragu and I watered my houseplants. It was a prosaic day, but a useful one.

This morning I'll go for a walk with friends, then finish the week's vacuuming before embarking on my final work trip before Christmas. The weather looks decent, and I'm not afraid of my car (for the moment, anyway), so it should be an easy-enough journey north.

Once I get back, I suppose I should try to restart my book promotion. The events of the fall pretty much kneecapped me in that regard. I'd been hoping for a few more reviews, and maybe they'll still appear, but I can't afford to send out any more free copies in hopes that someone will decide to write one. It's a conundrum. I do have an interview scheduled for early February and a few more readings in the works. If you have other ideas, let me know.

In the meantime I just keep writing more poems. I am the faucet that won't stop dripping.