Snow, healing, and poems to come...

I am so glad I decided to get groceries yesterday afternoon. Typically, I don't like doing that on Fridays; I'm tired, and there's a bunch of people I have to navigate around clustering in the aisles. I much prefer Saturday mornings. That said, the predicted snow is upon us, four inches already and snowing hard. Yuck. I'll be home all day, and that, my friends, is fine by me. I have some smallish chores to do anyhow-- vac/dust/wash floors/fold laundry... domestic orderliness. 

I may watch a movie. I may read. I will likely do both. I might send out some poems. I already cleared my academic desk pretty much this week, so I don't have grading stacked up. I'm hoping that this weather yuck clears so that my in-person book launch party at the Coop goes okay tomorrow. I would like that off my mental desk, as well. Fun, yes, but it's time to move on and do some new things. 

I've procrastinated a whole bunch on getting into the next poetry collection I'm supposed to be working on. I have not written much of anything except these blogs in over a month. One could say I've been busy holding on... healing my insides (gastritis is no joke, friends), and trying not to lose my noodles daily. It's been a couple of months of healing, and I'm glad things are (I hope) better. I'm almost ready to try pizza. I am trying to avoid the news more. 

On another note, I've also been thinking about this blog, and what words I'm putting out into the world. Things are sketchy, as I'm quite sure you know. April begins next Tuesday, and I think I'll try something less fraught for National Poetry Month. I'm thinking about posting a favorite poem a day (something I've sort of been doing for a couple of weeks on the FB feed), with maybe a commentary on each. In that way, I am still writing, and I'll be moving my brain closer to doing the review work that's sitting on my desk. 

And I won't be controversial. That's important right now, too. 

All of that aside, I would highly recommend the Netflix series The Residence. Smart, witty, interesting, and challenging: who doesn't love a murder mystery set in a fictional White House? And the last episode is a real treat, too. If you like mysteries-- especially things like Murder on the Orient Express-- you owe it to yourself to binge this series. The episodes are almost an hour each, so it's not something you are likely to finish in one or two sittings (well, maybe, but...). I think it is some of the best work produced by Shondaland. And as they say, "if you know, you know." 

So, maybe I'll see some of you at the Coop tomorrow. And I'm looking forward to focusing on poems, starting next Tuesday.

Pray for sanity, folks. 

C