Diary #317

I didn’t exactly have a lot of down-time after getting home from Desiree (read: none); I was up until four in the morning to get Saturday’s “In the News” column done, and I don’t think I actually got dressed on Saturday because I couldn’t get away from the computer until after dinner (and then not for long).  Tara Burns was briefly in town on her way back to Alaska from the conference, so we visited for a while on Sunday, then I saw a regular on Monday and on Tuesday I was zooming down to Portland for a very brief (one-night) tour.  Don’t worry, Portland guys; if you missed me this time there will be other opportunities (and I’m even willing to drive down there just to see YOU if you’re willing to book a large enough block of time).  But boy, are your streets confusing!  I actually passed my hotel and had to double back twice because the street sign was both small and hidden by a tree.  Still, I had dinner in a nice restaurant on the riverfront that evening (where I took this selfie), brunched with Thaddeus Russell (who spends part of his time there) on Wednesday morning, then visited the massive Powell’s Bookstore before returning to Seattle.  Between errands, emails, phone calls, writing, work and activist strategizing  I still haven’t actually stopped, but I’m ahead of my self-imposed quota, getting things accomplished and scheduled for several more beauty treatments in the next few weeks, so it’s all good.  And I might still be making the tour to Washington DC that I can’t remember whether I mentioned here, but I’ll keep you posted as soon as I can slow down enough to figure it out!