“I celebrate myself …”
That's how I'm feeling today. I'm sitting in Starbucks and have resolved not to leave until I have made some headway (dare I say complete) my Misery Islands long poem. Can I tell you about my happiness today? What is it about sitting in Starbucks that brings me such joy? It's noisy, but I've plugged in my headset and am ready to go. I've even allowed myself a good hour to goof off so I won't be tempted mid-poem.
Lastly, here are a few photos from the weekend.