So we dashed up to Seattle and back, and had a lovely reading at the University Book Store. A very friendly crowd, and wine afterwards, so what’s not to like?
Okay, wine beforehand too. Did you think I wouldn’t?
Scarlettina graciously hosted us; it was so very nice to see her, and to spend some quality time, both in the evening after the reading and the next morning, when she introduced us to a dangerously delicious breakfast place.
And, as usual, the cats found the one person in the room who is Not Charmed (i.e., allergic). Here is Sophie, staking her claim:
Seriously, look at that face. She’s like, Okay, FINE, I’ll sit on him, ’cause it’s in the contract that I have to sit on Allergic Guy, but I don’t have to LIKE it.
Then we rushed back home and worked all week. Oh and had overnight guests. And a book group meeting (not here!). And a dinner party (also not here!). And a writing date this afternoon. And oh yeah, I did some laundry yesterday, like you do, and discovered that the utility sink, which the washer drains into, was entirely backed up. Laundry water on the basement floor, joy! So a nice plumber came this morning, and all is well again. (with bonus! fixing of the upstairs toilet, we hope.)
In conclusion, I present to you an Illustrated Example of the Horrifying Things You Suddenly See When Your Mom Is About To Come Visit:
Fridge Handles–Before
Fridge Handles–After