Blogger let me do nothing this morning before leaving, so I arrive back home surprised at this photo here--spring snow--something after all. Something is something. Spent all day in a van to St. Louis and back to attend a reception for admitted students. Four hours one way. Because I fell asleep with Burke in the big blue chair I have big blue chair neck and can't turn my head without my shoulders and upper back screaming. Bad way to be in a van. But the reception--the house that housed the event--I think, gorgeous. The Arch too, if only from the window in passing. I must rise in four and a half hours, am worrying tomorrow already into something worrisome. Would like a dream I can remember, but not the one where the classroom turns into a city street.
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