...but not adieu.
My mom and I felt the need for some mama-daughter time, so I'm heading out tomorrow for four days in California. My dad's picking me up from the airport and I get to hang out with him for a few hours (yay!), then we're going to the Stockton Symphony tomorrow night with my beloved brother (yay!)... and on Saturday, Mom and I are taking a class in journal-making with rubber stamps at the ever-fantabulous Castle in the Air (yay yay!). Knocking around Berkeley on Sunday, hanging about at ye olde Stocktonian stomping grounds on Monday, then winging back to Portland Monday night.
Hoping also to get to see azureavian; we'll see if that works out. Whatever shall I wear?
All this travel-related excitement is almost making me forget that for some reason my once so-reliable OpenOffice Writer has crashed and taken my two big fat time-consuming articles for the next issue with it. (Yes, I'd been saving them. No, I didn't have backups. Why would I back them up, when my Windows machine is so flawlessly reliable ha ha ha?) Almost. But not quite. Maybe this next glass of wine will make me forget; one can only hope.