The sun in Seattle this weekend has been so delicious. We’re such a strange, hibernational people; so deprived of Vitamin D. On Friday I left work a little early, and I passed a man standing in a patch of sun between the shadows of two buildings. He was sort of a large fellow, his head tilted back, his eyes closed, and he was doing his best meerkat impression just standing there soaking up the sun. No matter of the people on the sidewalk around him. He’d found his patch of sun and was sure as hell going to enjoy it.

Also, if you had been standing on Spring street between Second and Third in Seattle at 3:50pm on Friday afternoon, you would have seen me madly running for a bus, tripping, breaking the strap of my shoe, accidently kicking the broken shoe 10 feet up the steeped sidewalk, waving for the bus, coming SO close to almost falling down as I’m waving and running and putting on my shoe, almost missing the bus and screaming and hollaring at the bus driver “YOU!!! YOU!!!! I’M WAVING AT YOU!!!!” as people streamed past me and the bus driver started to pull away and I tried to pull my broken shoe back on. You probably would have laughed and thought “what a shitty moment she’s having.” You would have been right, but it was all worth it to get where I was going, which was a grassy sunny hilltop with hula hoops and dogs and kids and music. It was all worth it.