So, I’m sick today. My first time sick since I’ve been here, and I’m feeling pretty sorry for myself—sore throat, on top of sore muscles. (Yes, I finally found a trapeze class. Yes, I now know how soft I’ve become. No more of that!)

I’m giving a presentation in Dickens this week—so I’m trying to get some reading done before that. We’re on to “Our Mutual Friend,” which means we’re getting close to the end of all the class work. I’m in a group for this presentation with Allison and Maureen, which is a really lovely working group. We’ve got a meeting lined up for tomorrow to figure out exactly what we’re doing. We hope. In the mean time… reading, thinking, making notes, and…

Going to see John Ashbery read at the Folger Shakespeare library tonight. Now, with my head feeling the way it does, it’s actually just about the last thing I want to do (leaving the house is very low in my priorities right now) but I must go—I can’t miss it. And it IS exciting—it’s over ten years ago that I first read his work. It feels a little unreal. When I can feel anything at all. Mostly, I can just feel my head spinning.