Yesterday, I sorted through a box of old papers, pulling out more of my stuff for the John Hay Library. I even found a couple of high-school period poems of which I am not entirely ashamed. I also sorted out an enormous number of short-story manuscripts that my mom wrote in 1970s and 1980s. Kathryn and I read over "In the Flat Field," and it's better than I thought it was, but I didn't write anything new on it.
I had an entry I wanted to make this morning, but this shitty weather has me down. I'll try to write it tomorrow. I will leave you, instead, with this photo of Taco Cat, who is a palindrome.