So I’m here at the Seatac Hilton

… having gotten Ziva out of the krankenhaus.  She is running as well as she ever has, and with 196 kilometres of highway driving, it’s remarkable how she purrs.

I’m going to unpack to the extent I need to and get me a steak.  I am very very hungry, and I probably should get some coffee too as I didn’t drink any yet today and my head is pounding.

Glorious weather on the way down, the sun shone.  Traffic in Seattle was meh as always, but the drivers here are more polite on average than Vancouver so I had to mind my manners and not weave in and out.  That means picking a lane.  Border crossing was trivial; slower than I would have liked but uneventful.



Poor Katie

She has broken up with Kyle.  He’s probably going to end up with Izzy.  Good thing they didn’t have kids or I’d have something else to be cut up about.

Still waiting to hear what the damage is on Ziva. If I do not have a vehicle I am not going to be able to go to Conflikt and that screws up Cindy, who was hoping to borrow my vehicle to get her instruments back to town.  Heavy sigh.

If I do have to cancel I’ll donate my membership to a deserving person and cancel the hotel room.


Heavy heavy sigh.  I was hoping to have the car packed by about 10 this morning….


On the plus side I made Choc Chip Cookies for Jeff.