The thrill is on...soon, soon, soon...he will be here with...himself and his souvenirs from Takaka. I think we will hang the quilt on the wall in the living room above the gramophone of his granddad, which he is bringing back. 

I totally have no poetry in me in the last couple of months. Maybe I should read the new collected works of Dickinson I just got last month. Good idea. 

I slept very well. And TumTum and Billy were with me when I woke up.