NOTHING


... to report, except that the tomatoes are going great guns, the amaryllis are gorgeous, everybody I know seems to be pregnant, and I am behind in all of my projects. That book proposal? Ha.

The search committee I served on went up in flames.

My dear friend was just detained by border police and will likely be deported, his brilliant dissertation notwithstanding.

Aforesaid new suitor, hereafter referred to as The Fireman, is lovely, and funny, and in hot pursuit. He bought dogfood for C., the better to accommodate his needs when we spend time at The Fireman's house. I met his nieces and nephew, who reported back that I am "awesome!"

So much changes, and so quickly.

Now, of course, I yearn for solitude. And hate my government for their treatment of my friend, who deserves none of it, having been brought here illegally as a child. And feel terrible impotence that I am not in NYC to help him.