Sick and tired.

Tonight I'm a little of both. It is nothing to worry about, but it is a reason for me to be quieter than usual here, while this cold/flu/whatever lurks and tries to linger and (d.v.) gets vanquished.

Paul Guest has great news, courtesy of the same grand foundation that's bankrolling my year here (though I think his doesn't become official-official until a press release appears in a couple of days) (oh--there it is!). If you're not reading his poetry yet, you should change your ways.

Today: 1014 words, before I really started feeling like crap.