Got a call from Sara yesterday, as I was watching snow fall outside Scott’s window. She had news of PERHAPS contract work for me next week, and DEFINITELY a meeting with the CEO and president of the company. She asked about my availability next week. Of course that’s the week that our special friend Dot will be in town from LA, so there couldn’t be a WORSE time for me to be working in Seattle, but I’m too desperate for the money and the opportunity to let this one go. So I said “Of course I’m available for three 10 hour days next week!” Then I jumped up and down, got off the phone, ran outside with Scott to catch snowflakes on our tongues, and jumped up and down some more. A day later it’s raining in Olympia , not snowing. Hmm. How unconvenient.

Andreas and I are both sick. He worse than I, but the illness motivated us to get through the end of Harry Potter The Prisoner of Azkhaban.

In other news, I did my Christmas shopping at Target–what sort of white trash have I become? But they had everything on my list, so thank you, Target!

Our friend Roman is coming into town tonight from LA….of course his flight was cancelled (Andreas: “his flight was cancelled. Me: “he must have been flying United!” Andreas: “yup.”), but that’s fine. I’m making spiced apple cider so the house will smell delectable when they get back from the airport.

In other news, readers of Lotus: I will give you a free subscription if you can count all three referrences to my sex life in the print version of issue 29. Hint: one in front of magazine, one in middle/back, one in way back. And yes, I’ve always done this. Inside jokes are 3/4 of the fun of working for a magazine.