I have a little cold. Normally, that wouldn't bug me but my parents arrived today from Virginia. I've been healthy most of this year, but today I'm on Dayquil. Ugh.
Tonight I'm going to see a play at the ICA Boston. There's a production of Waiting for Godot by the Classical Theatre of Harlem, set in post-Katrina New Orleans. I thought the production was last week but I was wrong. In any case, it's a night on the town with friends. Woo hoo!
There's mountains of work to be done around the house but I'm avoiding most of it. Still have to cut the grass. Leaves are beginning to fall so the lawn needs some attention. I hate this time of year.
And then there's my poetry to-do list. Will post the October list tomorrow, and it's ugly.