Nope. No sun today. And no hot water! Drew a bath and found it cold. A lone crow squats on the branch in front of me and weighs it down bobbing a little. Otherwise all is still and hazy. The non-color of a strange soup. I dreamt of playing hooky, of going fishing with big poles. Maybe C's story of the old fishing pole factory. Maybe the poem a Dartmouth student asked me to read. It sounds like a great idea, fishing. Haven't been in more than a decade. How about you? There's a bait and tackle store down the block. Live bait from a vending machine.
Meanwhile, I'll go get the suitcase from the car so I can dress this morning and go to school proper. No, I wasn't serious about hooky. Well, I was. But you missed the boat.