I debated not getting up at 5:00 a.m. when the alarm went off, and the side of me that knew the swim would be better than sleep won. My final swim at AWP. Then off for one panel before leaving. AWP did not disappoint. I left feeling quite happy that I went; all the events I attended were worthwhile, and the company of Jenny and other poet friends, the chance to read with my Lily Poetry pals and to hear good friends read was delightful. A smooth trip home, and Frank meeting me at the airport, and saying how much I was missed. And Charlie happy to see me, first of all, at home. Tomorrow I will be in the woods, and happy there. A snowstorm may come Tuesday, and it will be winter again. On the airplane I revised a poem for Monday. Tomorrow night, no super bowl for me. I will be happy running my play lab showcase on Zoom.