I’m really awfully busy, what with the spring semester starting and reading Jack Cafferty’s It’s Getting Ugly Out There and Ebay and scribbling terrible drafts of Chesaleen and all. It takes more effort than you think to write badly and then go back at it again.
As soon as I get my instructional land-legs back, finish Jack’s book, win that typewriter on Ebay, and do a little more justice to poor Chesaleen, I’ll write about every last bit of it. Especially Jack (note the familiarity), who I’m now a little in love with.
I also have something to say about birthdays and my new decision to lie about them. If you recognized the picture above, then you should probably be lying about your age, too. Those who don’t get it will probably be seeing me in class on Monday.
No Telling 
Lord, Girl, thank goodness you’ve surfaced. I told David I was worried because you hadn’t been around in a while and he looked at me like I was insane but he’s a stinky boy and just doesn’t get it. Glad you’re back!!
Stinky boys. They’re everywhere, you know.I’m almost caught up. Light at the end and such.
I’m glad you’re back, too. I worried that in an effort to remain perpetually 36 (which is a good age, I might add. My aunt has been 36 for about 12 years), you perhaps subjected yourself to some sort of cryogenic freezing experiment that went awry. That wouldn’t have been good, since your students need you.Hey, are you teaching a section of creative writing this semester?I have a wonderful poem/prompt to share with you. I’ll email to you after I’m finished teaching and studenting today.