Balanced On the Edge

Ran/walked on treadmill for an hour listening to Latin jazz.

Ate a bunch of almond windmill cookies from Trader Joe’s and felt guilty.

Wrote a poem that did not give sense of elation when finished.

Spoke up about James Dickey in a seminar class about Anne Sexton. Wished I had kept mouth shut since I know zilch about Dickey.

Suffered slightly from engaging in idle, thoughtless gossip in copy room.

Vacuumed carpets and was pleased to see the canister fill up with dog hair.

Dreamed I had a discussion with a man about Auden after I had come in from being lost in a snow storm.