Today, I also have a shitload of meetings through 6p.m., and sadly, I don't drink, before, during, or after meetings. Right now I'm prepping for the one I am chairing, and need to draft the agenda and group activity for it.
If you missed my additions to my growing draft The Harvest, check them out.
Tonight, I am going to see Junot Diaz at UIC. Tickets could still be on sale: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/uic-latinx-heritage-month-connections-gala-with-junot-diaz-tickets-38063610283. If you don't know Diaz's work, you can read "Monstro" which was published in the New Yorker: "Monstro". He is the reason I footnoted my translations in my short story collect, but my awesome sauce editor is asking me to consider a glossary, which makes more sense. Duh.
Also, this Sunday, I was supposed to meet Chicago poets from the Revolutionary Poets Brigade, but I, como idiota magnanima, set a play date for my son. Hmmm, maybe my friends could come after their meeting. That is not a bad plan.
Here's to our ever busy lives and the stories that are birthed from them. #Resist