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