The standard life photos go up a lot faster than my version of the 365 Library Days project. I know from watching the other photos posted to the photo pool that what I'm doing is very different from what the other participants are doing. I'm not sure if my version quite qualifies as subverting the intent, or celebrating it in a different way.

Why geeks like us shouldn't be allowed to manage holiday festivities:

(HT to Adam)

• 1:16 AM CT: Hint, if American Airlines calls at one a.m., the news isn't good. Rebooked to 8am flight. Pissed. Sleepy.
• 1:37 AM CT: Edmund attempts to show love and solidarity by licking my eyelid. This is going to be one of THOSE trips, innit?
• 2:18 AM CT: "Mom, Edmund beat me up and took my lunch money. Cuddle me?" - Tenzing, just now.
• 3:00 AM CT: @gfmorris I'm up b/c of airline stupidity. I expect an equally good reason out of you, sir!

• 12:03 AM PT: Introversion: the deep and abiding need for a room with a door one can close.
• 10:58 AM PT: Erranding after a quiet morning of phone calls to home and peeps.
• 11:55 AM PT: Granite Falls, Washington. It is staggeringly pretty here. That's all I can say.
• 7:38 PM PT: Plan B, I think.
• 8:06 PM PT: Still grokking that I get to drink with Mr. Canspice tomorrow! OMFG.
  

Brad
at , New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada by domesticat.

How to put this. How to say it in words. How to damp down thought, impression, compulsion into mere vocabulary, and leave it out for the world to see.

I hugged Brad, and I made a squeaky noise. When I had awakened earlier that morning and realized that I would see him and Alice that day, I realized it had been too long since I had seen them. Years too long.