Comin’ down off the hottest day on record for the Pacific Northwest, 102 (105 in our neighborhood–but once it’s that hot, what’s the damn difference). Probably wouldn’t have been so bad if we didn’t lose power and lived in the kind of neighborhood where the middle class rose on mass and headed to Walmart for some cheap generators. It was like a scene from Apocalypse Now with all the blue smoke and flashlights. Ended up dragging down a mattress and collapsing next to the screen door, for no apparent reason, I might add, since it was 90 degrees and not a lick of breeze. Pleasant. Got about 3 hours sleep so I was a joy to be around. A. Joy.

Anyways, today was perfect. Beautiful really. Though completely unproductive as I couldn’t do anything but catch up on sleep after an early morning dental appointment.

Tomorrow is the first day of the Pacific Northwest Writer’s Conference at the Seatac Hilton. I’ll be on panels and workshops with the rest of Team Seattle for the next two days. It’s probably too late to register, but if you’re planning on being there definitely look me up. I promise to be in a better mood, or at the very least, fiendish.