There's something pushing me as far as I can go

[sovay]

It is my brother's birthday. The monarch butterfly which my mother discovered as an egg on a milkweed leaf last week and tenderly brought inside to be sheltered from hungry birds and fed on fresh-picked milkweed eclosed and flew free this afternoon, she hopes to join its kindred in migration; she showed me pictures of the transparent empty chrysalis, the wings like black and gold stained glass. My physical situation which had been cautiously mending has rather abruptly cratered. And Toni Morrison died. I go back and forth between feeling philosophical about the constant changing of the universe and thinking that a small amount of stability really wouldn't hurt anyone.

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[sovay]

I hope that you are feeling well by the time of Necronomicon to enjoy your Poet Laureate-ship.

Thank you. I'm really worrying about that.

I don't have a very demanding schedule, so I would be happy to act as your assistant, errand-runner, whatever you need during the convention.

That's a really kind offer! I will hope it is not necessary, but if it is, I may well take you up on it. Thank you.

[negothick]

Any time. We should speak before the "festivities/ awful rituals" begin. I'm arriving early Friday, and both my panels are that day.