* Although I have 20 hours of work to crunch through within the next two days, I have nothing due today...

* Which means I can treat myself to a glass of wine at this afternoon's cocktail gathering.

* Started to pull together a poetry submission yesterday and ending up revising an old poem from start to finish (literally - it doesn't even begin or end with the same words anymore). The original poem had been purchased for publication around five years ago, but then the magazine folded. Here's hoping...

* I'm really enjoying Clay Matthews's poems at No Tell Motel. What first caught my eye was this riff on "The Wasteland":

The sadness of the flowers pushing up
in the backyard too early to listen
to what the groundhog’s shadow had
to say break my heart every time because
the cruelest month is not April it is
all those other months that because of one
nice day perceive themselves to be April.

* To break the worst of my mouse-potato habits, I am bribing myself with Illyria imps. So far it's working.