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.
Balanced On the Edge 