Wow. Jon’s house is Niiiiiiiice.

The hotel is cool. The people are cool.

Jeremy Zimmerman just about killed me last night. Laughter-induced cardiac arrest. Cripes.

I had 1300 words yesterday — would have made the league minimum (1700), except for the driving and swearing and tiredness — I’ll get caught up. I have a notebook full of … notes (duh), and some interesting images in my head.

Portland is wet. What Denver calls rain, the weather guys here call “partly cloudly”. I’d jump off a bridge by the 18th month.