Restarted my postal mail today, and picked up the held mail. Quite a pile. I've now got a grocery bag of sorted-out personally identifying junk mail. I will probably feed it to one of the legal disposal bins at work, instead of spending an hour feeding it to my shredder.
My cousin, Dean Evans, will be in Portland over the 3rd weekend of this month. There are some conflicts with other things, but I will try to be down there for his show. (He's does stand-up.)
The smell is fighting to come back inside the Forester again. I hit it with the O
We picked up three new Knuthers last night.
The Chocolati Cafe has stopped playing pop, and started playing Indian ambient. It's most welcome. Easier to think.