I am sick.
I spent the first half of today in bed, in hopes that some rest would allow my body to heal. I have a nasty cough and a dripping nose.
It is gorgeous outside: the sky is brilliantly blue, the trees are thick with green, the light is perfect, and the breeze is perfectly slight.
Our internet connection at work is broken. I'm in a library computer lab right now, thanking my lucky stars that I built this automatic web-based update system. Perl rules.
Sonoko took Doug and me to lunch today to celebrate our birthday. We spoke for a second about the two deaths this weekend on Mt. Hood. Tom died a year ago this next Sunday.
In May, people die on Mt. Hood. This has been happening for decades. I just never paid close attention.
This lab is filled with students preparing for the end of the school year. I can't even begin to imagine what summer plans they have. Lord, I want to teach English. Someday I probably will.
I'm off to find my way to Northwest Portland.
Don built a friends page. I am on it, and I count myself lucky.
