It's an odd and vacant feeling and I do not like it.
I suppose I should go rake leaves, or fold laundry, or something.
I'm reading China Mieville's The City & The City, which is really good, also a fat book on the history of Modern Poetry which is annoying me mightly by leaving out all the women poets, nearly. And I'm dealing with the prep for class tomorrow. Other than that I am doing almost nothing.