good friends over for dinner, and cancer-free. the last week of classes. linda goyette, todd babiak, alice major and marshall watson came to this morning's english class. sweet ted writes to say the collages i admired "what seems like a lifetime ago" have just been picked up by the douglas udell gallery. mark's band is playing an iraq benefit on saturday night. adam's made a breakthrough in his writing. eria is crawling. mo and i are heading to the desert.
it took me three decades to commit to the project of being alive, and now it all flies so fast, so final. i feel a wild and impotent despair: how sweet life is.