Shannon

I fly to Portland tomorrow morning…somehow it feels like forever since I’ve been there. Heh. I think I’m all packed, except for the morning stuff. Otherwise, busy productive day–went to yoga, did two more chapters of Demonhead, did four hours of freelance stuff (up at the old office–it sure is funny going to work there), […]

So I bought these wonderful new kitchen knives recently. Wow, I don’t have to say anything more, do I? You know *exactly* where this is going. Which is good, because it’s really hard to type with the bandage. __________ Despite all that, today was better than yesterday. I slept well, and late, it being a

Jay had a hard day yesterday. I was strong and capable and understanding and encouraging and sweet. Today he feels better. Today, I got the mood. I have no history of depression, and that isn’t what’s going on with me now. I know what depression looks like; I lived with a loved one with it,

Today was the first day of the rest of my life. Or, rather, it was the first day since leaving my job that I actually had the sort of “normal” day that I’ve expected, envisioned, planned for. As in: woke up at 5:30, went to yoga; did morning email and internettery; wrote a bit on

Just got word that Mark made it safely back to frozen Seattle. It was a very nice weekend here, if rather rainy; but, “we need it,” I know. We didn’t get any writing done, as we had hoped, but talked about writing a lot–process, and our particular stories, and WRPA–so that is good. The work

It’s fun to have out of town guests. They get you out of the house to see things in your own city that you’d never do on your own. Like, the Japanese Tea Garden in the pouring rain. Gorgeous. __________ Tonight is the Boss Man’s annual Christmas party, and even though I don’t work there

I swear, more of today was taken up with figuring out the schedule between Christmas and mid-January than anything else. Well, it didn’t help that I woke up with a horrible headache and the shivering chills, and maldigestion, so that I was certain I had come down with some deathly flu, even though I’ve had

It’s nice to be back home. Today was all about getting things done–watered and fed the orchids (and apologized to them for being gone so long, and for how cold it is) (relatively speaking–it actually feels fine to me, compared to 17 degrees in Portland, but what do orchids know?); bought groceries; checked the PO

In my head, round about Vallejo: “The sun is riz The sun is set And here I is Driving yet.” ____________ Mt. Shasta, from the rest area just north of Weed _____________ Today’s play list: Pink Floyd, Ummagumma * Neil Young, After the Gold Rush Santana, Abraxas Soundtrack: The Blues Brothers The Alan Parsons Project,

Last night, as I was finishing up packing at Nuevo Rancho Lake and getting ready to go to bed so I could get up this morning at the crack of crack and drive 650 miles home to the Witchnest after being gone for over two weeks, I checked my email and found the final agent