I left my $$ in San Francisco, and that's just fine.
Main thing is, I am so pumped to blog! (Click on title to read more...)
I just now (OK, a couple of hours ago, for reals) returned from San Francisco, so I have plenty to blog about. But of course there are a few things to do around the office, so before I talk about the San Francisco Theater Festival or the SFMOMA or BART vs. Portland's MAX or why the hell the Berkeley summer visitors center doesn't have wifi, I need to, you know, copy edit. And write some content for this here CHOW! that's coming up.
It was worth it and then some.
I can't wait to get through this busy week and start all over again.
I thought it was such a good idea to blog reading Deathly Hallows. I thought it'd be all this, that and the other thing every hundred pages or so.
I CAN'T TEAR MYSELF AWAY.
Not to do other work that needs doing. Not for the complicated project. Not to clean the house for the friend that's coming tomorrow. I did make dinner, and then I ate too much of it (downright decadent homemade mac & cheese, if you were curious).
Even now, the book is calling. Things are happening. Darkness and strife. Excitement and downtime.
I keep getting up to refer to the end of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. If I don't stop this, I'll never get anywhere. Though I did have to get up the first time simply because Rowling is not holding back, here; this is a dense, dark, straight-to-it sort of book, no fussing around or dawdling at the beginning.
Like I said, no spoilers here, but I did get a little choked up two or three times already.
Back I go. The boyfriend has been pressed into service as a coffee maker and another cup awaits.
It's 10:30 on Friday. I should be out and about, but no; I'm in the middle of a project too absurd to even go into. I keep being tempted by the Harry Potter parties â€” it's the last book! I've never gone to a midnight party, despite my obsessiveness! â€” but sometimes it just works out that once you're in for the night, working on a stupid project and sipping Sierra Nevada Bigfoot Barleywine (which you swiped from your boyfriend, if you're me), you're in for good.
But Books Without Borders is just blocks away ...
But if I go alone, I'll feel ... old.