So, I’ve been laid up the past couple of days with a cold that turned into a case of tonsillitis and an ear infection. Boo! I thought sunny CA was supposed to cure me of these problems!

With many important things to do, such as get my new class (Advanced Poetry Workshop – yay!) ready for it’s June start date, finish up the last couple of weeks of my spring class, send out poems, work on my new manuscript, prepare for another trip to Seattle, and try to get back in shape as I recover from my foot-break, what have I mostly been doing? Running a fever, sniffling, and watching reruns of “What Not To Wear.” Not a recipe for success for any of those goals. At least I haphazardly managed to read Fanny Howe’s memoir, The Winter Sun: Notes on a Vocation. I like her poems a lot, but I thought the book was a bit random; it read a lot like a blog, little bits of memory and asides and what she was reading at different times in her life. I haven’t read her other memoir/essay collection, The Wedding Dress, which I’ve heard good things about.