From behind the piles. . .

of books for my final project, of papers to be graded for my students, of homework that I must make sure my three sons complete, of laundry which needs to find its way into the washing machine, and of poetry which I'm writing and revising, I'm peeking out to say hello.

Spring break is on the horizon. The weather has been exceptionally beautiful. I am well but sleep deprived.

May spring come soon to where you are.