Dazed, Confused, and on Central Standard Time

Hi folks--

Starting on Sunday, the last few days have been a haze of: seeing my Post column debut, making it by the Writer's Center to welcome Charlie Jensen, packing packing packing, picking up the lovely and amazingly travel-friendly Jehanne Dubrow, driving to Tennessee, crashing at a pretty shady Days Inn, arriving at the University of the South, frantically locating a coffeeshop with WiFi, pulling off a Washington Post Online Chat (for which I had to suddenly switch laptops with Jehanne because of a technical snafu), burning off hours finding the closest grocery source (a Piggly-Wiggly in Monteagle), checking in at the Sewanee Writer's Conference, discovering there is little to no cell reception here, going to the first happy hour, the first dinner, the first reading, and collapsing into bed at 9:50.

I then woke up at 3 AM and couldn't get back to bed. So here's a sestina draft, because I had nothing better to do.

Over & out & hoping to be coherent again someday,
Sandra


*poof*