Sunday was a cheerful and busy day, until I ate something or other that disagreed with me and spent the evening throwing up. Fortunately Tom did not also get sick, and this morning I seem to have largely recovered, though my gut still feels delicate. It may be a good thing that I'd already decided not to drive to Monson this afternoon. Tomorrow's forecast looks bad--five to six inches of snow in central Maine--and the likelihood of school cancelations is large. If I've made the wrong call, I'll gird myself to teach on zoom.

Today I'll go for a walk, finish my weekly housework, work on a student manuscript, and then, if the weather and my stomach allow, get into the garden and start moving paving stones. Without an afternoon drive ahead of me, the day seems to stretch into a bright haze. For the sake of my bank account, for the sake of the students' gallery prep,  I hope class isn't canceled. But snow days have inimitable charm.

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On another note, remember that TV interview I did in early February? Well, it's been running in a few Massachusetts markets this week. Here's a link to the show. I haven't watched it myself, as I wince too much at the sight of myself on a screen, but maybe you'd like to.