I'm running in place lately and feel sort of pleased about it, although it also means I hardly hold still enough to really notice anything.

Done in the last week:

• A sonnet, a blank verse poem, first drafts of two "regular" poems, two revisions.
• A big swath of grading and two smaller chunks of grading.
• Started another book of poems: Ellen Bryant Voigt's Messenger: New & Selected Poems.  I'm trying to get more poetry reading done by viewing it less as a sort of vatic experience and more as something that will sometimes be pleasurable and sometimes just be hard but will always be necessary to my life as a writer.  We'll see how this works.
• Cleaned the bathroom.
• Swept the living room floor.
• Replaced some of the things the hurricane killed, like salad dressing, ketchup, and so on.  The little-known casualty of a hurricane is every single condiment in your refrigerator.
• Made a new budget.

Still to be done:

• A villanelle, another form poem, a revision of the manuscript.
• Blog posts for the class I'm TA-ing -- I'm behind on these.
• A paper in a class due in the next two weeks.
• Track down a hard-to-find and expensive book for one of my classes.

Today, by the way, I did not one single thing.  Coming off a three-day work jag where I slept maybe ten hours total over three days, I slept twelve hours, well into the afternoon, and then watched a lot of TV episodes on my laptop in my pajamas, nursing a headache.  Thank heavens.