hello, internet

I know it's been forever, and I'm sorry. It's just ... you know, there are four weeks left in the semester, plus finals week. And I feel as if I've been running running running since two weeks ago, except I haven't actually been running running running, so I also feel sort of tired and unattractive. Also, I feel pretty uninspired of late: I have been trying to come up with something witty to say here, and I got nothing. Normally I have a little folder of ideas of things to write about, but it is empty. Flapping in the wind.

So instead, failing that, I have been living in my brain, which is rewarding and exhausting, and I have been chasing after students and trying to get them to understand in-text citations and Why Poetry Matters, and chasing down letters o' recommendation for The Future that's lurking, and working on the reading series and hosting family and walking around showing people where Gerry Ford grew up and trying to figure out what the fuck penny-ante poker entails, and making something I call chili that is really more like soup. But I miss going to bed at a silly, early time, and writing e-mails to friends, and walking around on nice spring days and looking at redbud.

Pretty soon, though, Internet, it will be the very end of the semester, and then there will be time for poems, and for lazy summer plans that are wildly ambitious in scope, such as making every meal from scratch for a whole thirty days, or finishing a manuscript, or reading lots of books, or watching someone write a play based on a book, or going to the beach. There's a summer night class in there, too, and some traveling to exotic locales including WISCONSIN and NORTH CAROLINA.

Hang in there, Internet. Be well. Also: holy shit, how is it seven o'clock already.