I’m going through the bookcase. Cases. It seems like we’ve got books crammed on every flat surface in the house. When Luke started crawling we moved everything but the board books off the first shelf and started squeezing them up higher. When he started standing, the second shelf moved up into whatever diagonal sideways backwards nooks and crannies were left. By the time he was walking, they were in haphazard flap-jack stacks piled from the top shelf to the ceiling, with all the salvaged dust jackets in a separate stack.

We’re almost down to it. I’ve got one week, less a handful of hours, to keep my 2010 resolutions.

You folks at home are thinking that I’m in dire need of new calendar, right? I’m a week past the start Chinese New Year, a full two months past the standard Gregorian calendar, and the groundhog already said spring is on the way. Fair points.

Hey, I’m going to be on the radio on Wednesday. Dr. Andy of Dr. Andy’s Poetry and Technology Hour on KDVS has invited The Yolo Crow to swing by and plug the poetry reading on Friday, which of course you’re all attending, right? Of course you are. But if you’re in the Davis area and you want to hear me not make an ass of myself (I believe in optimism) on the radio, tune in to 90.3 FM Wednesday at 5:00 p.m.

I’m sick, so that’s me on the couch with kleenex and a stack of comic books. All things being equal I’d rather be well and at work, but some quiet time in the house doesn’t suck either. And being sick, I feel justified in ignoring all the household messes that I might otherwise have felt guilty about not cleaning. Now I can curl up with a cup of tea and watch Ripley massacre a nest of Aliens with a blow torch in peace.

Curled up on the couch with a plate of takeout pasta and a book about women who can just take off to Italy when they need to find themselves.  I look down at my fettuccine.  I went to an Italian restaurant.  (Not the fancy one, mind you; the one where they let you color on the tables.)  And I'm not lost. Just a little lonely tonight.