For a change, no bad weather was involved in my travels to Monson. Last time I saw these kids I was zooming from bed in a post-blizzard Brooklyn apartment. Two weeks later we were canceled entirely because of an ice storm.

Losing that day meant losing a full session of prep before our gallery show.  It was unfortunate: now I'm going to have to cram a whole lot of late-stage revision and final editing practice into only two classes. We'll manage, but we'll be pressed.

However, at least I got a ton of sleep last night, which with luck will tamp down the head cold. Since Christmas I've been sick more than I haven't been . . . nothing serious, just colds lining up one after another, but the procession has been wearying.

I have to say, it is odd to be back in actual Monson after being in Florida working on a project about Monson.