March 2, 2012


Dark morning, though the prescient birds sing in the darkness. I’ve got travel jitters, but it’s mostly excitement. The cats are all right. It was Titus who sensed when I was going, grieved when I was gone, and was weirdly clingy when I returned. The girls will be all right. Drinks last night with J R-E, when we discussed her senior projects and plainness in poetry. She likes it because it allows her to do all the emotional work; I suspect it because it makes me do all the emotional work. I’m going out in the backyard now to tell my flowers to go slow until I return.