The damp has settled in. But do not fear it. Unless you have some sort of dangerous relationship with your lawn.
As I work on my ASLE paper, I find myself turning more frequently to the poetry blogosphere. The tedious discusion on post-avant v. school of quietude lingers, though I can't really figure out why. Billy Collins is everyone's favorite whipping boy. And there remains so little at stake. I console myself with thoughts of the heat death of the universe.
Plus, tomorrow is First Friday, so we get the art walk. Saturday is set aside for GenCon strategy. And Sunday brings a big ol' bbq party.
Of course, the damp has settled in.
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