It wasn't this past weekend - but I don't want to forget it - although I don't think I will be able to actually.
- Working late, 3 hours sleep before the flight
- Capital Hill
- A fabulous mocha from Vivachi
- Warm clothes from crossroads
- A restaurant that reminds him of another
- A visit to my corporate nemesis for many years
- New friends, old friends
- A drive though rain and green mountains
- Grasslands
- Fields from a previous life
- Remembering the NIN poster I carried to/though Europe for someone
- Standing outside the pit
- A night of Apocalypse now
- The sleep of death
- A concrete Stonehenge on the edge of a river
- My brother, his wife and two dogs
- A punk family.
- Home cooked food.
- Another good mocha.
- Sleeping at the eardrum blasting concert
- No energy for subversive shopping.
- Breaking point.
- The W. and sweet sleep at last.
I really want to write up the whole story of the night of the Apocalypse is in eastern Washington, but I've just been too busy. It's a good story though.
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