I crashed out at

I crashed out at Juliet’s, in her guest room. I had the luxury of sleeping in and, on waking, came across the collected poems of Bill Matthews – which was a lovely way to while away a bit of time.

Everybody needs an apple a day.

I realized, right before I left, that I hadn’t taken all that many pictures of Juliet. She was nice enough to pose while I snapped a quick photo of her, standing in her living room.

Thurman Avenue, German Village. This is right before Matt drove me to the airport. After a night of light dusting, there hadn’t been much streetwork to clear the roads. I could still make out a good deal of snow everywhere, and it made me think of Columbus as a bit sleepy, trying to shake itself awake.