Confession (Fat) Tuesday
Enjoy today, because tomorrow Lent begins.
Can't tell you why this song is in my head. Maybe because it's so awesomely bad it's good. Or maybe I'm looking toward spring. Or maybe the constant bad news about the economy is wearing thin. Or maybe I'm channeling Jan Brady.
Everybody in my office has had some sort of contagion that keeps circulating among us. Fortunately, I've managed to stay away from it but I have a feeling it's coming around. Hacking coughs, runny noses--I get enough of that at home!
As I packed my bag for work, I noticed that I'm lugging around three poetry books, a novel, the latest issue of Poets and Writers, and a notebook. Why do I need all this stuff? It's not like I can read poetry in the office.
(FYI, the books in my bag are Matthew Dickman's All-American Poem, Sarah Gambito's Delivered, Paul Guest's My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, and Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love.)
At the end of the day, I will take them all out and put them on my nightstand to read. With any luck, I'll get to one of them tonight.
As for the reference to Lent above, for the record, I am a lapsed Catholic. I probably won't give up anything as I have in past years. Not sure why I'm holding on this last vestige of Catholicism because I haven't gone to church in a very long time. Old habits die hard, I guess.
I've been en fuego with poetry submissions: five this month. The flip side is that I haven't been writing much poetry. I'll post my March to-do list tomorrow, which will help me think through what I'd like to do ahead of National Poetry Month.
Do you think our president knows about National Poetry Month?