If we had met on some eastbound train through some black sleeping town

The fundraiser for Autolycus' medical bills has made its goal and more. Thank you so very much to everyone and especially genarti for wrangling the logistics at a time when it was functionally impossible for either of us to think about one more thing. It is a real and great kindness. I am headed to Lexington to shovel my mother out of this beautiful snow.

I watched him struggle with the sea

I was nine-tenths of the way through shoveling my mother's driveway before it occurred to me that the flat-bladed gardening implement which I had been using to rowel up the frozen underlayer of slush from which the shovel just skidded off—it reminded me of a whaler's cutting spade—was conceivably some kind of hoe. I cannot tell if this means I will never have to settle my debts with Poseidon or if I have just incurred Demeter's eternal disappointment.