jeffy

B was miffed with me last night for being unduly tied to the online world. Of course this was at 2am when we were both kind of punchy from watching the last four episodes of Buffy season 5. In the unlikely event anyone is reading this, please don't spoil anything for us, we're watching these for the first time on dvd.

Anyway, I still think this journal may fill a useful purpose in my life. We'll see.

Last night on the way home pedaling out from under the I-90 overpass, above me an owl glided white and silent first through the orange light of a sodium vapor streetlamp, then, turning, faded into the darkness of the woods.

Autumn means salmon spawning here near the banks of Issaquah Creek. And salmon spawning means dead salmon. And dead salmon, well, you can imagine what that means. It's easy to tell which way the wind is blowing as I cross the creek on my bike. Tonight coming home the air was sweet all the way across the bridge and only got icky rolling down the street towards home.