Seemed like sunlight through the window, but gone soon enough no apocalyptic blizzard here, but more rain. We were having a good day a Mocha Bianca kind of day with whipped cream on top a piece of carrot cake with walnuts, pineapple and the postal service won't be eliminating all house deliveries after all---just Saturday deliveries. Because they're broke too I heard it on NPR The rejection came via email of course. Good, I'm thinking, I can be someone else now, jump through my own hoops it's what you say to yourself when these things happen Dinner was salad and pot-stickers always a favorite. The film was Artois the Goat, and the hero dies and rises again, the way he's supposed to -- with the cheese. I'm sorry about the spoiler, but some things have priority-- poems, for instance. Really, though, you'd suss it out in the first 15 minutes. I know, it's bad manners. But what do you expect from a poet. Random lines from my bookshelf: Stray: To roam about without fixed direction. To wander from company, restraint, or proper limits. A domestic animal, a person or thing that strays. Occuring at random or sporadically. ---Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan, from "Feline Reasoning" in Shadow Mountain.