The Boston Poetry Marathon started one day after I got home from Montreal. That is to say, it started less than ten hours after I got to bed from the worst travel I've had in this century.
I am proud of myself and what I was able to do this year, but I was too tired to keep up with putting media up on the social media pages. I still have photos to put up before the end of tonight.
I'm ashamed of the fact that because of the travel and everything else going on, I couldn't get Carol Weston to read remotely. I won't forgive myself for that anytime soon.
I still owe everyone a thank you email. I hope I can get that out tonight too.
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