I may be succumbing to a cold, which would be vexing, and I should be in bed already. So, quickly, a few good things:

The current issue of Defenestration, which went live Monday morning with two of my poems.

The BYM, who brought me tunacado rolls for dinner.

Much to do tomorrow, but I'm hopeful that it won't require an all-nighter.

I doubt I'll be finishing anything non-work-related this week, but I made a point of going out for lunch today and freewriting for most of the hour, and that felt good.

Ceiling fans.