A typical day this week: woke up sorta late, had breakfast and coffee, went running — my last laps on the track at the Texas State football stadium — came home and started packing.
Break for lunch, then more packing; a nap, more packing. The guys came to replace the back door — not because I broke it down in a Stanley Kowalski / Jack Nicholson kind of way, but warping from the heat finally made it impossible to lock.
Off to Dr. Cohen’s Blake class. We met in the library tonight so he could show us some stunning fine press, limited edition artist/poetry books that the library owns, most of them from Arion Press.
Late dinner and beer with a friend. Saying goodbye to the friend in the parking garage while a quartet of men practice singing in the garage. Making plans to see each other again hopefully soon, but not really knowing when.
Driving home…
