Well, I haven’t been blogging because I’ve been following a weird sleeping pattern with the pneumonia recuperation: I sleep five or six hours at night, waking up a couple of times in coughing fits, wake up and do a little work on my class, then sleep another five or six hours during the day. It’s really not very productive.

In fact, I missed a very nice cell phone call yesterday because I was asleep from a very kind editor of a magazine to tell me they liked a poem of mine and wanted to publish it. I was sorry to miss it, but happy to get the news. I got another acceptence via e-mail today. I had just been complaining with a friend about how rejections come in strange batches – two and three at a time – so maybe acceptances work the same way? Anyway, it was nice to have the good news – I have to say I still send out mostly blind to editors I don’t know at magazines I like, so four acceptances in two weeks feels like a banner month. Except for the pneumonia.

Been thinking about the desert lately, Sedona, Palm Springs. Gila monsters, red rocks, dry air, sunsets. Am I crazy? Is it just the liquid in my lungs talking here, or does the desert sound really attractive?