And they all dispersed to their various destinies
Little volume this time around, just a note. I've been teaching accidental poets, watching the world dry out, rationing my coffee. I don't feel finished here and doubt I will by the end of the third term, but I suppose that was true last year as well. But my oldest friend is getting married and I want to come home to that. I really do miss the home people. I really do love proper foods, winters and mountains. They'd like to hire me here. Grad schools in funny places I'd never considered are now seeming like possibilities. There is always Kyle and Caroline's basement, or their upstairs if they ever decide to go in for the polygamous marriage proposal I've given them.
I caught my host father with the baby tied on his back. I don't suppose you know how unheard of that is?