Although, apparently, I was not the only one to do so, today I sliced open my middle finger while preparing two veggie burgers for dinner. I should not be allowed near a bread knife. This is after I cut myself under the fingernail while trying to pry away baked-on grease from a fork. It's a wonder I can stand up right and breathe involuntarily.
Drinks with the Poets tonight: Swans (two glasses of cheap Sangria and a dry gin martini with two olives), Syn (one "S&M" martini, which included vodka, strawberry, and mango juices), and Prism (one short gin-tonic). Operational hazards. After that a brisk walk with Casey up Johnson until we caught a bus. Emily brought her man, Debbie showed up briefly to have some juice before getting a good night's rest so she could handle defending her honours thesis. Megan, Fred, and Samara were also on hand.
Tomorrow, my plan is to select and revise five poems for submission to PRISM International. I'm going to definitely submit "My Mother in Menopause" and "Indecent and Lucent," possibly also "Clean Living, Clean Body, Clean Fingernails" (pending final niggling with my word choice and line breaks), but there's still two more poems to select, a cover letter to write, and postage to acquire. Need to get an envelope and make sure I have the address.