back to the grind..
back to the grind..
I am in the office unpacking into a new cubicle. whee. figure that is the big task of my day, making my downtown space ready for me to work on the occasions when my home network is unreliable. I haven’t logged into chat yet, but i suppose there isn’t much reason for me not to do so.. but I figure i should give my undivided attention for at least a few minutes.
We got in late last nite, plane landed at 11:30 on schedule, and we missed the last skyride we might have liked to take, also on schedule. (as in i didnt really think we’d make it to that bus). Big Will picked us up at a park and ride that might as well have made him come to the airport. The car he’s letting us use is a beat up little escort, insured but needs plates. If push comes to shove, we’ll say we’re test driving it. Yeah, that’s it!
Seemed like everyone wanted us to move to Portland, a phenomenon called “the Portland pull” was frequently commented upon, but weeks of overcast would not do well for this boy, and I know it. M loved the humidity, it wasn’t too much and not too hot (the 100+ we experienced over the weekend was an anomaly, everyone wanted us to know)
Spending time with acid john was fun, although I was pretty much unable to keep up with him. I’m out of practice, dontcha know. Michelle and Gina, i think, had a lot of fun comparing notes because it was clear (to me) that there are some ways in which john and i are very similar.