Shannon

Workity work today, proofreading The Book of Joby, and doing household stuff, and there is lots more to do, and oh well. I went to yoga class for the first time since I got home, yay!, and also went for a swim this afternoon, so that’s probably why I’m so tired. 🙂 Although ‘tired’ is […]

I took Mark to the train station this evening, and am now alone for the first time in several weeks (with the small exception, I guess, of my hotel room in Chicago). I do like being alone….though it seemed far too soon to see him go. But we both have lots to do, as ever,

So Jetlag Girl and Sir Naps-A-Lot found themselves awake at some ungodly hour pre-sunrise this morning….and actually bestirred themselves from bed, walked to the gym, swam 40 minutes, and walked home! Feeling appropriately pleased with themselves, they then proceeded to eat a healthy breakfast, move a pile of wood, carry stones hither and yon, and

So, as I mentioned yesterday, my (eventual) flight from Chicago to Portland appeared to be proceeding without flaw…until it didn’t. I had a nice morning at the Hyatt Regency (and let me AGAIN say how impressed I am with the Hyatt (and with SwissAir for sending me there), for how they managed to take an

I am home. Finally. Another flight delay….several hours on the tarmac. And a seatmate who is, I swear, a short story waiting for me to write. But, all that for another day. Bed now. Home. My own bed. Oh yes.

I did manage to take a few photos around the apartment and the town, during the TV shoot where I did Not Exist. The apartment itself was….interestingly decorated. My photos don’t do it justice. The owner has a strong affinity for color, I think it’s safe to say. And mirrors, and plastic flowers, and objects

Well, despite the fact that I would really rather be somewhere else, it’s actually pretty nice here. Soft landing, I have to say. The bed was spectacularly comfortable; I slept like a dead thing for about five hours, then laid awake for three (read a while), then got a couple more hours of sleep–and since

Nothing personal, Chicago, I know you’re a lovely city, but I was REALLY hoping to get home tonight. Not tomorrow night.* It’s actually not Chicago’s fault. It’s Zurich’s fault: Zurich had The Fog. And of course airplanes get confused by fog (I lived in San Francisco long enough to understand this….). I spent nine hours

Well, we have made it to Como, and I am writing as a ghost, because I am not here. Apparently, “the way we do things in Italy” includes not messing with the predetermined script of a television show, such that even though I have had this trip planned since February, I am unexpected, I am

Okay this is Just Not Right. I encountered him as I stepped out of the bath. Gah! Auntie proclaimed him good luck, then squished him. I’ll be checking under my pillow this evening….