Today while drifting through the winter smog

I talked to Scotland, made some crepes, read the Times, wrote a couple of drafts and revised another poem, listened to Sufjan Stevens and Glenn Gould, ate leftover enchiladas, walked the dog, watched a movie with my daughter, thought about my life, wished I had Christmas lights up, thought about John Clare and getting lost, sent some worky e-mails, corresponded with students, and wished I had a piece of pie. And now I am in my dressing gown and shall read and do a crossword and dream about next week.

That is all.

Things I am thinking of doing for which I apparently have no time.

1. pressing my clothes before I wear them.
2. writing a poem.
3. making a video essay.
4. cleaning up my house.
5. finishing all the books I've started but not finished in the last six months.
6. watching the second season of The Wire.
7. making a chocolate babka.
8. spending hours dreaming out the window.
9. writing a book about movies or music or clothes.
10. starting a new blog called Act Your Age!
11. planning my courses for next semester.
12. framing my poster of Francis Bacon's studio.
13. sorting through and getting rid of 30% of my clothes.
14. making music of some kind. Any kind.
15. having my house magically sort itself.
16. live in France for awhile.

Some things to do when you're in heaven, or environs.

Watch this, or this.
Line edit your poems.
Walk out and look at the amazing sky.
Do a crossword.
Dream.
Make dinner with your daughter and eat it with her and her family.