Saturday, October 20, 2007


...from losing my voice (that was Thursday). From reclaiming it in a heated debate over the virtues of Supreme Court justices (that was last night). From biking at night, in a drizzle, with a broken head beam (last night again). And therefore from losing my vocal capabilities again (this morning).

And recovering from being lost on a river. (How can one possibly get lost on a river? Ed and I can do it. Easy. Read about it. Tomorrow.)

Finally, from not celebrating Ed’s birthday (today).

It’s been a full day. But nothing that a steaming bowl of fish soup could not cure. (At El Pescador on East Wash. Delicious.)

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