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Friday, January 01, 2016

Notes on day one, 2016

Heard fireworks and went to bed. Woke up. Wrote one new poem. Read some Robert Walser. Had one acceptance of a longish poem. Devoured (with help) one mighty batch of homemade donuts. One major feast (the second in 24 hours) was cooked by somebody else* and eaten by all. Washed dishes, cleaned mess: done. In a lull or two, frittered on Facebook, which I must say is far more talky than my blog. Did a bit of twitter-fritter as well. One young guest returned for a second night due to icy, snowy roads. Successfully managed to chase red wine out of two tablecloths. All children were home, at least for part of the day. Lots of people laughed. Only one person had a cold. Felt discouraged about book marketing but got over it. Talked to my mother on the phone, and we remembered when we dressed up my first baby as the New Year. Wrote a blog post about Luisa's book (go back one post.)

All in all, not a bad start to the year.

Now what do I do with the last 30 minutes? Resolutions? Final jollity? And a very happy new year to you!

*     #BestHusbandEver
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3 comments:

Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.