So I know this has been getting some national coverage, but I don't know if any of you have been following it. Wells College is technically within the town of Ledyard, and the town clerk has been refusing to sign same-sex marriage licenses. There's a write-in candidate running against her, and tonight they had a debate at the college, which I attended and videotaped. I will be posting the video as soon as I can get it into an editing program and break it up into Youtube-friendly chunks, and sharing it with as many blogs as I think might be interested in it (any suggestions? Mary says I should send it to Joe My God.), and I will put it up here if any of you are interested.

So I attended this thing, and I actually got to ask a question, and then the press took a picture of me! And it's a pretty damn good picture, so I'm using it for my Facebook profile now. :D

And then the WRC did Love Your Body day and I got to paint my tits and smoosh them on paper and put them up on the wall in the WRC. And had long, fascinating talks with women I go to school with, most of whom I like quite a lot, some of whom I wish I knew better. And then hot apple cider and pumpkin pie.

And then talking for hours and hours on end with someone who makes me feel better just to talk to him in any circumstance, but especially when I can try to cheer him up, and just-- this maternal instinct has to be slapped down, hard. I have the problem of wanting to tend to my friends when they're ill. And try to help things be better. And I shouldn't, but if I don't who will? I'd rather be the one to do it anyways.

Whatever. And now sleep, long delayed, but precious for the delay. Who needs caffeine or adrenaline to keep you up when you have a frank conversation with a close friend? Not me.

Today we had the visiting writer come to our poetry workshop. His name is Jay Rogoff and he's a poet and dance critic, and the book he's promoting now is The Art of Gravity, of which the first half is all about dance and the second half is a sonnet series called "Danses Macabre" that personify Death. And he really helped with editing Repairman, and pointed out a huge contradiction in the poem which no one else who read it caught, so I fixed that and tightened up the language in a few places, and I think it's just about finished now. I posted the revised version on Facebook and edited the post at metaphorliteral.

So I just really love poetry and I want to write more of it. I'd like to do another sestina.

And I went to his poetry reading, and he signed my book "for Danielle- a most talented poet" ♥

And now I am totally exhausted and want to go to bed.