you've been asleep from writing & it doesn't matter. Sometimes you wake up & it turns out you've missed some serious stuff. Made two deadlines, not-made two; gonna try to tip the scales in my favor. But suddenly, oh, suddenly loving it again -- summer is over, baby's coming home, books are in piles all around me, feather blankets & hot tea & an early dark are pulling me to quiet.
I say this, though.