Catch up

I was sitting at my computer (new!) and my desk (old!) and looked up out the window into the backyard. Here's what I saw: snow covering the ground, the white old rickety garage to my right, the white house behind our own white house, the four evergreens at the back of our yard (two juniper, two spruce) and three (three!) male cardinals chasing each other around over the snow and in and out of the trees. To say this was beautiful seems so stupid but this was beautiful. They are little flying ruby-creatures and chirping-machines and they're fighting, I think. Now they're gone and it's quiet. The sun is setting and the snow on the ground is doing that weird thing where it sort of glows blue at dusk.

So, to catch up:

My toes hurt pretty regularly. What's up with that? I do not know. Marty thinks it's frostbite. My toes will turn black and fall off or something.

Marty just kissed my ear and the cat is going: "Ra-ow, ra-ow, ra-ow."

I went to Kentucky. There was an ice storm.

Our basement flooded.

I have a piece coming out in Harper's "Reading" section in April.

The last episode of "Curb your Enthusiasm" was so right on.

I'm teaching an online class right now. It's s strange. The class is always happening. When I'm asleep: class is in session. When I'm scratching my butt: class is in session. At first it really tripped me up. Instead of teaching being this node of anxiety in the week it was this film layer of anxiety over everything. But so far so good. I'm sort of growing into it.

Gillian Anderson is officially creepy as the new "Masterpiece Theater Dude." We shall call her creepy Gillian, henceforth.

OK, I have to go make dinner right now. Huevos Rancheros. It's seriously good. Come visit, sweet friends, and I'll cook it up.