Reality: I have had a nasty virus for four days, all of Memorial Day weekend in fact, so my days have gone something like this: try to grade a five-page final book paper, nap. Wake up, eat jello, drink water, take pills, try to make cogent comments on twenty-page chapbook. Nap. Try to make interesting comments on interview I’m working on for intelligent, academic blog. Look out window at rain. Drink broth my sweet husband made. Take my temperature. Nap. Wake up in a panic, send out online submission while balancing cat on my laptop. Grade two more papers. Ad infinitum.

All my glamour remains on the page, and in my imagination, I’m afraid.