B and I are finally back from a Thanksgiving trip to New Jersey, full of pizza and sushi and barely any poetry at all. I've always had trouble focusing at home, so it's good to be back. Also, I get this kind of greeting in Tuscaloosa:
How is the year going by so fast? I feel like I've only just gotten started on my thesis, but it's almost 2014, the Great Deadline, the Year That Used to Seem So Far Away. I feel like all I do these days is sit around and sigh about the future.