Come what May.

I didn’t get enough sleep last night to contend with you, new May month.

Abbey Luck's Death on the Mountain 2012 calendar

Em writes, “There’s something about the end of a semester, even as an instructor. That whole whiff of possibility thing.” That is what I am thinking about. I am thinking about the whiff, how those two italicized f’s rather resemble a reckless pair running off together.

So I set myself to grading stuff to keep the hectic head and heart occupied. The air feels so dense out today. This whole day has become like a gentle suffocation.

So yours, for now –– with affection,
RAR xoxo

P.S. Hello!Lucky sent me some too-lovely cards after I posted about wanting to write to friends more; to engage in a greater correspondence. I was proper-chuffed!

Thank you, Christina!

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