I'm sitting upstairs in the tiny library/study adjacent to my bedroom. I'm hardly ever in here. From my chair I can look into my newly painted room and watch the white curtains billowing in the breeze, their reflections making shadow patterns in the sunlight on the wood floor. There's a breeze coming in the window in this room, too, and I can smell that my neighbors have just mown their lawn. The printer is humming gently and I'm trying to ignore the pile of laundry waiting to be washed.
Last night was just wild enough and late enough that today I'm moving slowly, without much ambition. Occasionally I remember a piece of the evening -- the antics on our ferry ride back from the island restaurant where we had dinner and drinks, for example -- and laugh to myself. We went to some establishments in Portland I never go to, and I'm glad both that we went and that I ordinarily don't.
A great great night! I think you'll have to go back to that one bar at least once more to check on our Megatouch high score.
Posted by: Autumn | September 07, 2004 at 09:36 AM