Last full day here. Still have a few non-poem projects to finish before I go, so it’s a definite work day. Plus packing, plus possible laundry, plus there needs to be a nap, some Gilmore Girls if I’m lucky and productive.
It’s not time for a summary or reflection yet, but I’ll show you where the magic happened: in this room, this desk. My trusty second-hand laser printer copping a squat in a corner. I read few books here, but maybe reading wasn’t what I needed and I’m okay with that. I’ll have two flights to read books very soon.
It’s warm again today: whatever winter was here before has moved on to other states. The smell of fresh coffee is calling me to the kitchen.