Me. Now.

I am currently listening to Fjogur Piano by Sigur Ros. I love it.

Visited Al a while back. We fed the engineering club, I ripped my pants, we explored the fog, and ate a bunch of cheap Walmart pizzas. It's fun to see Brother, and to see him grow up.

Quick pic for Sister.

Al let me Instagram him.

Cables above,
cables below.

I buzzed my hair and started a February beard.

From top of Tiger Mtn.

A couple weeks ago I went to Seattle with Chelsea and enjoyed visiting Jessi, Tara, and Ryan. I took myself to Tiger Mountain for a solo adventure that included eight miles of walking and 1,600 feet of elevation gain, plus running in the snow with my barefoot shoes on, following some dog tracks that made me imagine a wolf was watching me, being frightened by a flock of crows taking off ahead of me on the trail, and making it down just as darkness began to settle and my hands began to freeze. It was the goodest of adventures. Later, Ryan and I ran and ran back in those woods on those steep forest roads and it was also very good.

Those are barefoot shoes.
Contradictory, I know.

 We also looked at cats and sat on couches. And did many other fun things. Friends are good to have.

Our mugs.

Anthony was just visiting this week and that made life more enjoyable. We celebrated his birthday and made muffins and went on walks and laughed a lot.

I'm blind now, didn't you know?

I learned recently about the Backroad Discovery Routes and now I'd very much like to run the Washington one. It looks gorgeous. It would take much logistical planning, I think, but probably be worth it. Anyone want to ride a motorcycle twenty or so miles a day and carry my stuff?

I can't stand how awesome this Valtari album is. It is making me cry dreams inside.

Three and a half more months here. I think I might finally manage to finish something, even though I tell people I'd be fine if they fired me any time. And sometimes while I'm driving into town or back from a break I imagine just passing the school and continuing on into anywhere. Maybe someday. Maybe June 9. Until then I'm here.

On way back from driving Anthony toward WWU y'day.
I love the snow still.