February 16

Gasworks Park, Seattle

There is nothing - nothing, I say - better than three day weekends. They are better than free coffee, better than sales at anthro, better than even packages. They are not better than Thai food.

Today I floated awake after 12 hours in my featherbed grave to twittering birds, sunlight and free life. It was a day of nothing and a day of everything. No rushes, no hurries, just walks, and apple crisps, and Fantastic Mr. Fox. And then my featherbed again.

Glory.