Jesse, I'm not sure which posts are best, but I'm just wrapping up watching a documentary on the Inside Out portrait project, and I see they have an old tumblr: [link] And by old I mean gold.

The documentary made me cry. I'm not going to spend too much time on the tumblr making that worse.

Congratulations on the new house, Gud!

yay for new house,

yay for 100 years,

dinner I should do that .

I'm sure there is more I should say - just so I don't sound like an echo , but that doesn't seem to be possible.

I have just enough different things going on at work that I lost track of time, and somehow left early when I thought I was leaving late. My brain is in crooked I think

The shopvac is being put to use tonight.

I haven't needed it for water purposes in a couple years. That much storm.

Always make sure there isn't a box of packing peanuts precariously balanced near where you are vacuuming up water. Cause then you have to touch the gross water to fish them out before dumping.

That much storm.

Hope the shop vac sucks up all of the water and you can sleep knowing you aren't flooding soon.

It's weird. I lived in Portland for seven years and there was a lot of rain, some flooding. Since moving back to the desert, I have to stop and *think* about how there is that much water still in places. The entire world didn't dry up just because mine mostly did.

Always make sure there isn't a box of packing peanuts precariously balanced near where you are vacuuming up water. Cause then you have to touch the gross water to fish them out before dumping.

I feel like I will always fail this test.

Well, I certainly did!

It's not much water. Honestly, I could leave it alone, everything that needs to be is off the floor. We're talking trickles and puddles a lot of towels could handle. Well, and where the depression for cleanout fills. That's maybe a couple cups worth and it kindly is lowest, so refills.

I do think I need to replace the filter on the shopvac. My eyes are a little burny. But that could also be the tequila.

My eyes are a little burny. But that could also be the tequila.

Mine are too. But it's totally the wildfire. And not, yet, the cocktail I made.

Cool air seems to trump air quality so I have my windows open. It might smell nice (but too much) if I hadn't driven past the fire yesterday. Over 1,600 acres and probably won't be contained for at least a week. So it smells more sad.

The entire world didn't dry up just because mine mostly did.

I was legitimately boggled at all the unassisted green everywhere when I went back to Pennsylvania. I honestly was thinking "Man, they spend a lot of time watering those fields--oh wait. They have rain here."

Ms. Belle and ita (and others) GINGHAM!