September 4, 2019

Tom and I had breakfast beside the sinkhole, without mentioning the–year? Two years? –we had not spoken. He was betrayed by the man for whom he was writing the Christian script, as one knew he must be.

Good class on The Crock of Gold.

Summer returns with sweaty vengeance. Let it.

Finished a revision of Diving into the Moon, woke the next morning and revised the ending again.

Snotty students sending snotty emails. 

Sleeping gigantically.