I'm getting ready for book clubbing now. My wife put the house in order this morning. She even cooked our contribution for dinner. Basically, I have to throw the casserole in the oven to heat up, give my son a bath and get him ready for bed, and put out the plates and silverware. I've already assembled my book club discussion guide. I'm in pretty fine shape.
It will be a great night of poetry. I've been rereading Thomas Lynch's poems, and he really is a fine writer. Doesn't hurt that he's also Catholic. Lots of Latin phrases and prayers.
Poetry all 'round for Saint Marty tonight.
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