Phew. Meetings are something and this morning I am off to schools to do National Poetry Month activities (all in preparation for authors still to come with CWP-Fairfield later this month. I got my cheeseburger, with gorgonzola cheese and mushrooms as well as several planning sessions completed, but a for grading (well, I will let that ride on the back of my spine a few more days). In the meantime, another poem for a Thursday, but this one written on a Thursday.
And the allergies from the blooming tree? Oi vay. Bring on the sneezes.
