What could be better than waiting for the exterminator, doing laundry, and grading final essays? Doing all of the above in a very cozy house, with snowflakes outside, and stuffed peppers for lunch. After a very fun but exhausting weekend with my kids, including cutting down our first live Christmas tree, sitting at home commenting on papers seems like a treat.
Or so I am telling myself. We'll see how I feel at 4 pm.
A lot of people are signing on for the 3 poems before 2010 challenge. Hooray! Maybe we can come up with some non-public way of sharing them.
I really want an English muffin, but I'm afraid that they are the official food of procrastination, so I may wait a little while.
A couple of new poems here.
This has not been a good semester for writing. I hope that all changes with 2010.
That's easy to type: 2010.
Perhaps it's an omen. A good one.
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