I went out to breakfast with the other members sending Sean off. We thought perhaps we should buy his breakfast but before we got to the bill, he paid for everyone. Wow! He said we should actually thank his wife and he considered this experience -- I forget his exact words but he felt positive about teaching here. Back in the dorm, I fell asleep again and didn't wake until 1400 hrs. I don't feel productive today. I feel stir-crazy. I started two stories and on the first, I suddenly realized I was basically retelling a horse story that I read at least 40 years ago. The second one is pure weirdness. It's an attempt at second person, present tense. Weird style but so is the idea -- Barbie dolls for voodoo, etc. The only way to finish it properly was to make it a short-short and oddly enough, I think I know a market for this one. I'm not at all certain I should cout it as a story, though. I mean... it's only 700 words. The exercise I wrote for Suzy is longer than this. I still added it to the table of stories written, though. I think it will be interesting later to look back and see what happens to these Clarion-written stories.