Dappled and drowsy.

I think I've used that Simon and Garfunkel line on you before. I'm using it now, too, as a prelude to saying: today was a day of reading essay topics and writing a sonnet and eating a dinner and then picking brains for awhile, and now I'm tired. Which means that tomorrow I'll write, but tonight I'll sleep. Things are likely to be erratic in this way for the next few days, as the summer students and the teaching staff and I push through the final project that will cap their time with me before they fly off to their next engagement, small migrators. Tomorrow morning, Paul D will want to put his story beside Sethe's all over again, and I, as always, will feel like crying but won't.