no one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.

January 26: sastruga

Here's a hint that I live on the edge of godforsaken nowhere: when it has snowed and is windy, I alter my route to and from work to avoid roads that become borderline impassable due to sastrugi.

February 26: jacquerie

As much as I welcome a jacquerie--for it truly would be the best option, under the circumstances--it appears that the transition will go off as planned.

     A relatively quiet weekend, overall, even given the burst of travel yesterday and the hours spent making changes to the blog template. I watched a DVD--The One, with Jet Li, which wasn't his best work but turned out to be more entertaining than originally feared--and finished a couple of books (Alan Shapiro's Night of the Republic: Poems; The Side of the Angels by Christina Bartolomeo; and Goodnight, Nobody by Jennifer Weiner), cleaned the kitchen and took a few naps. Two necessary tasks that I did not accomplish: picking up allergy medicine (I'm totally out again. How does this keep happening? Glargh!) and vacuuming the whole place. Looks like this will be a busy week for after-work tasks.

[the title quotation is by Antonio Porchia, trans. by W.S. Merwin]