I spent the day working on an application to an arts colony for next summer. I could use some time away to concentrate on the hummingbird manuscript. I am also thinking of ways to set up some readings here-and-there in support of my new book, cooking dinner, reading the New York Times, and glancing through Jean Valentine's remarkable new book of poems, Little Boat (Wesleyan University Press, 2007).
Anything to keep my mind off the sorry spectacle of the football game, in which the Detroit Lions are being soundly spanked by the Philadelphia Eagles, 56-21.
I was going to write "my Lions," but please; I have nothing to do with them.