And how.

First poem in how long? Weeks? Not necessarily a good one, but a new poem. Can I really be longing for fall semester to begin, so the kids are back in school and I have time to write?

This weekend we had several self-enforced stretches of mandatory reading time. It was glorious. Restorative, etc. I wish I could have more right now.

Feeling a bit daunted by looming syllabi needing to be written, but for now enjoying the extra sleep and general being home-ness.