A brief respite from fear Of total neutrality. With luck, Trekking stubborn through this season Of fatigue, I shall Patch together a content

Of sorts. Miracles occur, If you care to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.

--Black Rook in Rainy Weather, Sylvia Plath

I am taking a respite. I've been trekking stubborn through a long season of fatigue. I've been working on my book for 15 months now and I'm exhausted. The book is good. So very, very good. But it's time for me to take a full-stop rest before I finish. No Internet, no email, no texting, no blogging, no writing. I'll be back at the end of June, hopefully. Take good care of yourselves, ok? XO, EE.