May 1, 2010:

Except for a quick trip into town to get the laundry and pay the last tile bill for the second bathroom, I was at home, doing some house cleaning and rearranging furniture, laundry, putting together the four boxes of birthday gifts to send off to the four grandlings who have birthdays May-August, when I am not around to celebrate with them.  And a lot of writing.

What did I write? Email, mail, a Saturday Night Live-type skit with friend Franny Hoeskstra, for our 50th Smith College reunion later this month. (Her idea. But I fell into it easily.) And then I settled in to work on finalizing stuff for Lunch Bunch with Jason, 500 more words on Snow in Summer, thinking about what to send Pirene’s Fountain (an online poetry journal which has published me before), and catching up on my journal here.

Doesn’t sound like much, but it took up the complete day. And–as I had promised myself–after four days of getting to bed late, I pushed my body up the stairs right at 9 and was asleep before the clock’s hands moved around to the quarter-after slot.

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