Another week and another pile of death and carnage is left behind.

It has not been a quiet week here in Lake Woebegon and I'm looking forward to doing some serious slacking this weekend. Unfortunately I have too much to get done to slack too heavily. It was a week of doing our civic neighborhood duty and was full of city meetings and public hearings. Ian went to two transportation meetings and I went to a neighborhood leaders meeting. I learned a lot about what the city planner has in store for Vancouver was excited to see someone in the city has a vision. The mayor certainly doesn't. I have 8.5 million neighborhood newsletters to distribute this weekend and if anyone wants some exercise they are most welcome to help. It's sort of overwhelming.

I finished an interesting book this week and I'm going to try and review it here. I need to transition to some fluff for a while because I've been reading a lot of heavy stuff, mostly about dysfunctional people, and it's making me a little bat-shit crazy. My boss left a book on my desk this morning and I think it'll be a good quick read.

Ian pointed out on his blog that two years ago yesterday we stood in the parking lot of the Tigard Armory and said adieu for 18 months (except for a brief interlude in Europe). I was going to write about it, but I don't want to go to that dark and manic place again. It's too painful and I'd like to leave it buried in the back yard with the cat poop and compost pile. So there.

The blooming of the flowers is messing with my sinuses. I need some drugs.