A quiet day getting out of the airport, getting checked into the hotel, checking in on students back home, and remembering to practice my French.
In Atlanta last week, I did not leave the conference hotel the whole time I was there because the schedule was packed. But I think the schedule is a bit more judicious this week. We shall see.
Speaking of judging, I was invited to serve as a juror for an anthology of work by incarcerated poets, and I'm going to say yes. I'm so happy and proud for the people who wrote this grant.
Pic: A photo from the train into the city. Everything is was grey and grimy today.
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