April 8, addendum

Wild Acres. The vague familiarity this name brought to mind arises from the fact that I have been here before, when Cindy Ho led the Lit Dept on retreat. The ironic– or maybe relentless–aspect of that is that I had to leave early on that occasion because I had phlebitis; now I arrive with it. I was delirious that time and ran my truck into a hill thinking my brakes didn’t work (I was pressing furiously on the clutch). Not that bad this time. It is quite beautiful, though I am too tired and feverish to leave the room until after a nap.