blogging record

70 posts this month. 71 now.

But how many of them worth reading? I think, maybe 12 posts. Probably less.

Here's the month in review: I remain affectionately yours and am still dreaming of jupiter, occasionally telling lies, breaking all the rules for lady teachers, thinking with others about intestinal worms, feeling sad and hating stuff. I've also been repenting in limerick form and obsessing over twilight and teaching a bit. Overall? The wind has been in my face (like the line, hate the poem). Hoping June will be better.

Thanks for reading and commenting.