It will be a chilly day--temperatures not getting out of the 40s, and maybe some cold rain to go along with them. Yesterday was cool too, but bright. Tom spent all day on the island, and I spent all day mopping floors, sewing, carrying firewood, making chicken stock . . . a city-farmwife kind of day.
Today I'll go back to my desk. I've got editing/manuscript consultant work on the way, but none of it has arrived yet. So I'll start that essay on Baron's poems, consider a draft of my own, maybe begin thinking about my embryo New & Selected. In the afternoon Teresa and I will talk about Byron. I do love working on poems on a Monday morning, when the house is bright and clean and all I have to worry about is words.