Today is the day that I'm being interviewed and recorded for a Massachusetts TV program called Write Now. I admit to being a little nervous. I've got no idea what questions might be asked, and of course I picture myself stumbling and flailing. I expect I'm overreacting. Probably things will be fine. The whole situation is vanity, of course: how do I look? how do I sound? I think I would prefer to be the person who doesn't care if her hair is sticking up strangely. But I'm afraid I do care.

A few snowflakes fell as we walked out to our friends' house for dinner last night, and now I see that an inch or so has accumulated overnight on cars and sidewalks. It's Monday, back-to-work day, though really I worked for much of the weekend too, on teaching chores, judging chores, house chores, plus my Lyrical Ballads homework. Off and on I've been feeling slightly under the weather: packed sinuses and a vaguely uneasy gut--nothing debilitating but my energy level is just a little skewed.

However, onward. I'll get onto my mat this morning. I'll do some editing, and I'll sit for that interview, and I'll drink a lot of ginger tea. Rereading Emma has been a real comfort. I had long phone conversations with both of my boys yesterday, and that pleasure lingers. It was good to sit around our friends' table, and with a baby there too! I hardly ever get to spend time with babies these days, and I miss them.

I'm sure this week's news will be crammed with arrows and knives. But I did get to watch a baby happily stuff pie into his mouth with his fist. That does, for some reason, help.