( Olympia, procession of the species )

So we get into Olympia about 6:00 on Friday, no thanks to really horrid traffic from 405 onward (we left at 2:15). Mike was jonesing for coffee so bad we switched drivers on I-5 and he went in back and made a pot. This is not easy. He had to hold everything, including the kettle as the water heated, so it wouldn't fly off the stove and counter ( Read more... )

Strange day.

I awoke with a gasp from a dream, my eyes snapped open to see a silver travel cup, Mike holding it "Coffee?"

Awww. Worked for a bit, then we drove the Golf over to Chief's for barbecue and to watch the Procession of the Species parade ( Read more... )