More later, hopefully. Sorry. This isn't anything serious -- just flu-type thing. Ick. I'm getting sick too much this year.
Sick. Too tired to say…
Sick. Too tired to say much else -- just want to crawl back into bed but
I have work to do. So I just thought I'd point you to the one bit of
online work I did this morning, a response to a reader's critique of a
recent sonnet of mine: Stretched.