In Beaverton (outside Portland)

I'm sick of late nights. I'm not sure why each paper has to be a book or thesis or dissertation.

Anywho, we start the wine touring tomorrow morning. I think for tonight I might just try to go to bed now and wake up early to write a bit before our exploring. I don't think that'll happen, but we'll see.

Hope to add some pictures tomorrow of the snow we saw coming up here. There was a ton. Starting from Boise all the way over to the other side of Cabbage Hill. Lots of snow, but the roads stayed fairly stable.

Still reading Paul Auster's The New York Trilogy; I'm on the final story: "Locked Room." This book is pretty amazing. So, of course, what do I think to myself, "Wow, I really need to write about this author and his work." Ah, it's a curse. Alas, the plague of writers, never having written enough.

Better than writer's block though. :-o

Merry Day after Christmas; hope ya all got what you wanted and had an amazing day of happiness.