As a Cockroach

That's how busy I've been this week. First there was the book the review, which I wrote a few days ago (please, hold your applause until then end). Then there was vacuuming of the whole house, a task I view as tedious and excessive. In fact, the all that cleaning meant I was entitled to a day a rest; no, I didn't get it, but I sure deserved it. Then, I finally got around to reading Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. [I loved it, as I expected to, although I did find the book to be rather similar to his wife's novel. Certain narrative twists, quirks of the writing, and character types, really reminded me of A History of Love, and I may still prefer Nicole Krause's writing to Safran Foer, by just an inch (a column inch). And, of course, both novelists seemed deeply concerned with atrocity, not that I could criticize that trait, possessing the same quakity myself.] Then there was anthology-plotting with a poet-friend. And project developing with an artist-friend. I also met my one fellow poet (who lives in Chestertown, that is) for coffee and a gab. We're planning to hold a weekly workshop/klatsch/gossip in order to ensure that we both keep churning out poems. Then there were some meals at tasty places. Then there was a case of credit card fraud which demanded reporting, complaining, and the chopping up of a perfectly good piece of plastic. Then there were some attempts at running, which produced various degrees of success and failure. Then there was a dog-grooming appointment and a consequently handsome Wheaten Terrier (though don't give him too many compliments, or it will give him a big, fuzzy head). Then there was a husband who visited. Then there was great celebration in the land. Then there were more meals. Then there were naps.

The end.

Ooops. Not quite. Then eating at Pizza Mia's. Then shopping at a bead store that's about to shut down (did I really need those chartreuse Czech beads? yes, yes I did). Then sitting in Bay Bridge traffic. Then the madness of King Argos. Then the new Harry Pottery movie. Then the old conversation called what-are-we-eating-for-dinner? Then there were more meals. Then there were naps.

The end.