After teaching at 8am, going to see Riding Giants at the El Con, discussing the difference between open-minded and close-minded political correctness on the JCC basketball court; developing a cramp while playing a crazy game of 21; rushing to get Skylar from school; taking her to J.W. Tumbles for her class; shopping at TJ's; going for a long walk with Kim, Travis, and the Bean; cleaning up the kitchen; and spending myself in the orange-blue glow of our westernmost room -- let's just say that I don't have much left for correspondence.
What energy I do have is being saved for Paul De Man. See, I'm fixating on the problem of allegory again -- I'll blog about my reflections later this week -- and can't afford to dissipate my mental energy by composing prose that isn't directly related to that eminently worthwhile project. Except, of course, the three short paragraphs I just wrote here. . .
