A full day...

...of editing on the review. Seeing spots, time to quit for the day.

Dinner tonight with my old friend from Eugene in the sixties, the poet and short story writer Marilyn Krysl. I don't think I've seen her in thirty years! Been in contact, of course, but I think the last visit in the flesh was when we stopped in Colorado on our way to Maryland's Eastern Shore in the mid-70s. She's just passing through and staying with a friend who lives only about a mile from here. We can catch dinner in Multnomah Village, probably at O'Connors.