I'm headed for New York today, and then a few days later, to Pennsylvania. I have two poetry readings and a new art show. It will be a while before I am able to leave, as I've been so busy preparing for the poetry reading and art show that I haven't packed yet. In fact, I just went down and started a load of laundry that contains things I want to take. I mean to do that yesterday but got deeply involved with a poem that wouldn't let me go. Now it turns out that the reading is a little too long. I timed it last night, and I probably will have to leave off that poem that took so long yesterday. Not that the work will be lost (I hope), but it could have been done at a more auspicious time, I guess. I didn't know that, though, at the time I was working on it.
I spent some time this morning with Graham, since I won't be seeing him for a while. He's grown so much I can't believe it. So tall, so much more mature, and yet, still so young, so very young. And yesterday, I spent some special time with Keith, since I won't see him for a while either. Sweet time. Loving time. Time not spent packing, but better, more wisely spent. This morning his alarm went off at 4:23 and I scratched his back for him, sleepily. He squeezed my hand goodbye and left. He has to be at work at 6 AM.