The weather is cruelly, cruelly beautiful. Oh, T.S.! This is always my problem in April. I'm always mixed up in some stupid business that makes me take all the blossoms for granted. Right now it's that I'm going to get an MFA in erotic science fiction & there's been a lot of business and trouble about where to go. I bet you didn't know they offered MFAs in genre-fiction like sci-fi erotica. Well, my poppets, they do for me. And o how I've longed, through all of my entrepeneurial enterprises, to go back to school. And anyway it won't be so different from my long recent lifetime of getting grants to do things; I don't have many classes, and they're giving me kind of a lot of nice money to live on. But! I have to teach youths about writing, and not just how to invent different funny devices that aliens can use for sex. That's something new for me. I've never taught anyone anything, except I suppose I taught the staff at my phone-sex company how to talk real sweet & real dirty.

Anyway, I'm going to switch cities, and in all the trouble & bustle of thinking about moving, the blossoms might end up falling on deaf ears. Again. What a fool I am.