Poetry seems far away right now. I’m immersed in the everyday. We’ve been doing some small repairs on our house, and now it’s officially "for sale." People have started to visit it and so "evacuation" is now a commonplace event in our day. We’re also househunting for a new abode of our own. And we are going on vacation in a week. On the way to Florida, I think we are staying in a hotel called Ashbery though. As the world turns….