Second Story

I finally sent Henry some of the new book...and after re-reading it tonight, I feel good about it. Really good. It's requiring some research on stalkers...who'da thunk. I always wonder what the lady at the Circulation desk thinks of me. Hunger, Starvation, Fasting, Stalking, Salinger. Light reading fare...

The poems are coming along nicely...54 and counting. Today I wrote a nasty bad-love poem using each of the twelve Chinese horoscopic (is that a word?) animals.

I've been reading a lot lately. I finished The Knitting Circle by Ann Hood which just made me cry -- maybe too close to home. I am reading Chris Bohjalian's newest The Double Bind now, which I am amazed by. I'm not sure how he's going to pull off the sort of literary high jinks he seems to be up to in this one, but I'm just along for the ride.

We're talking about putting a second story on the house, and I've been fantasizing about a new office/library. That and a tub that doesn't require the contortionism our existing tub does. Not in the library, I don't think. Though that that might be an idea...