  more meds, a little shopping at nord's, back home to clean house and knock through some heafty reading necessary to pass a midterm on monday. maybe a blog session when i get some of that done. until then, enjoy the sprung rhyme: As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim and roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves- goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying What I do is me: for that I came. I say more: the just man justices; Keeps gr: thkeeps all his goings graces; Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is-- Chr. For Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his To the Father through the features of men's faces. Hopkins, 1882 
