Today I was offered a list of payphrases, which I declined, but not before looking them all over. I love language.
Oh Poems, how I have failed thee. Still there is one coming for Matt G. that begins with "I have these feelings about spatulas." There are others. The world is a weird kind of poetic lately. I feel settled and un in equal measure.
But I am eyeball-deep in interesting reading. And I have no need to go scrambling about in the most mundane of activities, the most soul-stealing and futile (dating). So there is space, calm and some kind of simpatico to my see-saw.
More when I come up for air. For now, I grade and class-plan and wish to finish some more writing.