Shh. It's very early in the morning. The sun has yet to rise. Don't wake up. Not yet.

I slept horribly last night. The way I used to sleep horribly the night before the first day of school, all nervous and anticipatory.

Two syllabi have been completed. I shall spend the next hour throwing them both online and typing up a couple of poems and preparing my first day remarks and apologies for this lit class. I'll be letting them out of class very early.

I love a sleepy Basho. I love a sleepy house. I love coffee brewing and apple juice.

Let's tiptoe around these sleeping cats this quiet, joyful morning. Let's pretend we are the only ones here.