The headache is _still_ here. It’s not going to be a fun bike ride towards home unless I can shake it. It’s pretty minor, thanks to 11 hours of sleep, but it’s not _gone_, and it needs to be. We’ll be leaving at about 3-ish today, I believe, and I think our goal is the Oregon/California border. About 300 miles.

Now, here’s something a bit eerie. Someone asked me what colour Charlie is. For some reason, I had it in my head that she was grey, maybe because the Turkish blue from PetSmart was grey. But I doublechecked an old e-mail. She’s a shorthair, black and white. It’ll be interesting to see if she has any real resemblance to Eclipse.

I’m munching on leftover Thai food from Tuesday’s supper. A chicken and broccoli dish in a peanut sauce with a hint of spice. Yum.

I never did get any more writing done yesterday. I did read a fair amount—I’d brought several anthologies with me. I tend to read the stories of people I know and/or like, and then never get back to the books. Given that this was supposed to be short story week, it seemed appropriate to work through the rest of them.

We had a great time at supper last night. It was good to meet Jay face-to-face and get to know him, as well as to hear another version of the OCW workshop (he went a year after I did, so some things have been modified).

Then Ken and I indeed went to Powell’s, where we were restrained. I bought three used SF/F books (they’re packed away already; one was Gene Wolf’s There Are Doors) that were on my extensive list. There were lots more I wanted to buy, but refrained. I also wish I had room on my list to note when and why I put them on the list. There’s some old stuff that may not interest me anymore, and there’s also stuff that I look at (when I find the book) and wonder why the hell I wanted to read it. If I knew where I’d read the review, or what it was compared to, or whatnot, maybe that would help. (I know there’s one YA book I’m looking for because it’s set in the Adirondacks.) Anyway. I also picked up a battered, used Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, because it was highly recommended as a source of story ideas. It looks pretty nifty. And we got a history book about Anglo-Saxon rite and religion, which may end up being a gift for somebody after I read it. I was heart-broken at not being able to buy a new book on Renaissance clothing for Ken. It looked _perfect_—great detail and research, etc. But it was $45, and we have no steady income. I may suggest to a few friends that they go in on it together for Ken’s birthday. :-)

Ken never got hold of the former coworker, so after Powell’s, we came home, which was a good thing because by that time the headache was making me nauseous.