This apartment at Monson Arts in is on the luxe side: king-sized beds, and G and I each get our own bathroom. So I read in the tub for a while, then slept well on my giant mattress, with dreams of my grandfather's farm, and soon I'll wander downstairs to the general store for coffee and yogurt.

I haven't seen my students since mid-December, and I hope they'll be able to settle back into their work, I hope I'll  be able to settle back into my work, I hope the work will be able to settle back into us . . . all of its wondering, wandering surprises and concentrations and patterns and upsets and strange discontinuities.