Waiting.

I'm waiting impatiently to leave Austin TX and return home to Portland, OR. I had a nice break this past weekend in Nashville, TN where I attended my brother's wedding.

(Some random thoughts about marriage have been flitting about in my head - I won't go into detail here, but the sum of those thoughts basically amounts to: Oooh. Scary.)

Of course there is a dark tropical cloud hanging over my impending exit from Austin TX. Her name is Wilma.
I've been reassured that I am NOT on the shortlist for any Wilma staffing that maybe required. But my name (and everyone else's name) will be on the long-list if Wilma's landfall causes extensive damage.

I've already mapped out the things I want to do at home this weekend in Portland. Tennis, yoga, drinks with friends and neighbors, clean house, read mail, visit the farmers market, sleep, go to the library, watch some movies, and not answer the phone if someone calls me from a 202 area code (Washington, DC - where HQ assigns staffing).