SPC: Celebration 1.

We can toast all night, we can stay up with the stars and tell stories. I will open the door, and you will come in, leave the slushy boots at the door, and please don't mind the dogs--they just like to jump.

I have to tell you about today: how we had a fog day, which seems like the most ridiculous thing in the world, just after I sung its praises, and how I decided that I wouldn't apply to those last five MFA programs across the map (Oregon, Boston, etc.) but instead put that energy and money into low-residency programs. And I will tell you how that felt better, how I could feel a little relief when I did it, and a little hope for next year.

I will tell you about the little flutter too. You know you've felt it.