Lately my brain has been pulled in too many directions.  Ideas for posts keep bubbling up, but half of them seem to be about Edward and i have enormous guilt for feeling so maudlin about having lost a cat.  But the other half aren’t about Edward, and then i feel like i’m doing my emotions and Edward a disservice for wanting to kind of bury the Edward posts so i don’t see them on the front page anymore.

Meanwhile, the Portland Zine Symposium inches ever closer and i am trying to get thru’ a huge pile of prep work to have Crabby Media ready to go when we have to leave next friday morning.  So far so good — things are in better shape each day.  But it does mean i’m super busy and distracted and tired all the time.  Tho’ it looks like this week i’m finally returning to a more normal-looking “in bed before midnight” rather than the angry, tense weeks where i was getting to bed closer to 1am.

This past weekend was sunny and gorgeous, which was a nice break.  This week it’s back to drizzly and 60F.  Which is fine, if the alternative is the searing heat the rest of the U.S. has been having.  But it does rather make me think i should go pick up the rest of the firewood that we have stored at someone’s house.  Enjoying a cup of hot sake in front of a small, cozy fire sounds like a good antidote to cold, drizzly summer nights.

crossing the University Bridge on saturday, 7/23