This week I don't have any poems to share or read, no greater or lesser analysis to offer. Put simply, the time has come to return to my own eccentric, happily imbalanced normal, and I feel perfectly prepared for the task.

Of my first "true" vacation in years, I can only say this: I've never liked spending time in swimming pools, but from this week I have the fondest memories of helping my daughter learn to swim in one. Among all of the good news, great news, very bad news, fleeting visit to the PCL, and curious culinary choices of the week, this stays with me more than anything, kind of like that day with the chicken bones.

Have an excellent evening / Tenham uma noite excelente / que paséis una noche excelente.