Writing this fire spinning article is being an even bigger exercise in tact and diplomacy than I’d anticipated. First draft is done.

Last night I went to TW’s little going-away shindig. There was one point, around sunset, when someone commented that it was the perfect temperature. We were all in tanks and tshirts, warm but not hot, skin cooled but not cold. I heard someone on a bus yesterday commenting that Seattleites have a very narrow range of comfort in terms of temperature. They were right. But when it’s perfect, it’s perfect.