Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I have many poems in a manila envelope to give to Rebecca. It is a manuscript. My manuscript. I think I will bake some potatoes for dinner. The sodden weather calls for baking. 

Last time I baked potatoes, one exploded with a soft *blam* and potato guts all over the oven. 

I got in the hot tub with a rain hat on. I looked snazzy. 

1 comment:

deola said...

Lovely blog