Jibber-jabber-ish

From the department of Small Talk, specifically the sub-department called “When in doubt, talk about the weather”: this wet flannel blanket weather that we’ve got here is driving me insane; it’s very “sweat lodge.” I continue to be fairly bad at the simple act of returning books to any and all libraries. My reclusiveness hit a special high point this morning when, upon leaving my place for errands, a very nice-seeming person waved and said “hey”: I returned the greeting, and then promptly turned around and went back inside. Close enough. I will have to prod my reclusiveness into seclusion (ha, ha) this evening to a drinks party in order to bid an adequate farewell to a gal pal of mine who is, devastatingly enough, moving out of MA: bye, Ro! In other news, I think Patricia Longwood’s funkily-titled poem “The Pro-Vivisection Poems” is fantastic. I have nothing really to write here today, but popular blog mythology says that if I only write here when I think I have something to say, I’ll never write at all, which defeats the purpose. I have now written approximately 200 words, none of which actually needed to be written. What an experiment . . . !

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