My daughter Phoebe flew to Bangladesh over the weekend, as part of a school volunteer program. She's getting pretty good at beginner's Bangla.

I've been wondering whether to continue with this blog. It's going into Year 3. My off-the-cuff cracker-barrelling & reminiscing, in the interstices of the workday, takes on its own quasi-life. But I'm having a lot of trouble with actual writing, & have been for a few years. & am not in a very receptive mood as regards Poetry World. So not sure what of positive value this here blog represents.

No need to send cheer-up messages or exhortations, dear palzee-walzees (Brookly-Bangla word for "friends")! I have to think it over.