A quick update of my personal peregrinations. Thursday, I did the radio interview with Susan Wingate and Joshua Graham. I also performed my last round of guest teaching at the_child‘s eighth grade class. I’ll be creating a printed anthology via lulu.com from their stories. Those kids are pretty darned sharp. That evening, the_child and I had dinner with talekyn, who was in town on business. After a misfire involving a closed Mongolian bbq joint, we wound up at Eastburn, which happens to be one of my favorite restaurants. Good food and good conversation.

Yesterday I took off from work and (mostly) from writing. Instead I ran errands, goofed around, read some more of Red Seas Under Red Skies, saw both kenscholes and lizzyshannon, had dinner with lillypond (a/k/a my sister) at the always delightful Portofino (can you say “pan-fried gnocchi”?). I also spent another two hours with the reporter from the Oregonian and his photographer. Entertaining for me, and I think for them, though they seemed the most boggled when I showed them my liver segments. Most people don’t keep substantial chunks of their internal organs on a shelf in their dining room, I suppose.

This morning, quite shortly actually, the_child and I are off to Seattle. She’ll be attending a tae kwon do tourney where both of bravado111‘s children will be participating, then we’re all going to Mark Bourne’s life celebration this evening. Back to Portland tomorrow, probably leaving late morning, where I then have to prepare to hie myself off to Omaha at the crack of Monday.

Who has time for cancer, really?