Just got back from Sequim.

So beautiful to ride the night ferry into downtown, gliding over the dark water towards the bright lights of the city center.

Holly and Tobias are sweet, they totally treated me, wouldn't let me pay for the ferryride or anything, bought me lunch at the Bayside Cafe in Poulsbo(I had no idea Poulsbo was so cool-in a very Skandihoovian way). We stuffed our faces on crabcakes and fries and admired the brocaded fancyass hotelstyle furnishings, the plush gold chairs rocked, but I think the crystal chandelier in the ladies restroom was a bit overkill.

I had a Greyhound, and the waitress musta made me a strong one 'cause I was reeling afterwards and almost fell asleep on the way to the Lavendar farm.

Hmmm....I can feel the vodka pounding on my temples, trying to get out, as I type-I'd better go down a glass o' water.

There, that's a bit better... Where was I?

Oh yeah, reeling. And feeling sorry for myself, heading into a blustery, chilly winter with no warmfurryboy to snuggle me, and watching Holly and Tobias smooch and bicker goodnaturedly. WAAAAAAH!

Luckily, my bladder told me to stop with the weepies and go pee, so I set off to ramble amongst the brambles... Except there too many too prickly brambles and so I walked up to the well-totempoled information center and used their facilities.

It was a good day.

I moved my first load of boxes into my new home, too.

Yay!