It's too damn hot here in Seattle. It's too damn hot in my room. I have the fans going, blowing over ice water and towels. My cats are too hot. It's too hot. I leave for Boston tonight. Food has been obtained for the cats, my `scrips are all filled, bills are paid. I still don't have a ride lined up from Boston to Chesterfield, but I'm sure something will come up. I'm partially packed. I think I can actually get everything I need into my backpack, and not have a seperate carryon. I've got the audiobook of His Dark Materials on the MP3 player to listen to on the flight.