Have been either driving, working, or writing thoughtful critiques since Sunday night. Some sleep. Today, my only day off until sometime mid next week, I ran two very crowded workshops full of high school poets without hurting anyone's feelings OR rambling endlessly/unhelpfully about the shell games you can play with your readers, and then drove my ass from Whitewater to Baraboo just in time to tutor my English student, who is making awesome progress even when we meet only once per week. Blissed-out beyond belief. No longer capable of safe writing or driving. Goodnight.