best of all possible roommates

Frost on the grass now, two mornings running.

Monday in Vancouver was a day clear like ice cubes melting into your blue Kool-aid. I wandered Commercial Street, triangulating nostalgias. It's easy to love Vancouver on a sunny day. It's the other three hundred fifty one and a half days that kill you.

The ritual itself was excellently well organized. Three cheers for Linabeet. I will try to post an account (and the great history of Tacoma, too. And the dance. All the bright gifts I promise you & give you so little always never enough.)

For now, though, I want you to think on this, and tremble with envy. I have the best of all possible roommates. inlandsea has gifted me a year's paid LJ account. Oh, the icons. O. I only hope I can be worthy.

In other business, NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow. After much discussion with stitchinmyside, I have opted for the half marathon, that is, 25,000 words by the end of November. That way I hope I can also finish the year-end gift project. I may try to post as I go, just to make myself extra tense.

Lastly, a warning. We are coming up to my grey time, beloved comrades. After my birthday, All Soul's Day, I am officially unfit for human consumption until about mid-March, and not really fully human again until May. So if I huddle in the gloom, if I shun you, if I seem to lose all ability to put a sentence... um... anyway, it's not you. It's the sun who hides his face from me who makes me wane, moonlike. Just pretend I'm my dreary changeling until spring.

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Did anyone see the Zombie Walk?

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