The work of living

I've been fighting illness by smashing secondhand china and gluing it to a secondhand mirror and painting between the cracks. I am learning that mosaic requires grout, but may skip it for this particular project. I like that jagged, dangerous look.

My check came, too, for the poetry workshops I facilitated at Whitewater in November. This would be my first non-contest-related poetry income. $80. SUCKERS. Also, it turns out I will be the "featured reader" for the aforementioned "p.s. Annie wants you to read in January" I forgot to aforemention! Bookstore owner wanted me to read in January, following definitely aforementioned "that reporter is sometimes a poet!" event, and I'm frantically compiling 25-30 minutes' worth of writing that won't compromise my professional life.