This podcast went up hours ago. It was recorded in four states, two countries, features five voices, and got uploaded on time despite my little sister’s impending need to catch a bus to Chicago so she could go home. That’s how bad ass April’s poetry is.
And then I managed to blog that it went up before midnight, despite a thoroughly wonky day involving five cats, one dog, three fish tanks, ten showings, two instances of finalizing plans while en route to those plans, and one medium red tea bubble tea.
What I’m trying to say is, listen to the podcast. It was brought to you by adventure.