I wrote about 1500 words for Shades of Milk and Honey on the flight from Phoenix to here. I tried to post in Phoenix, but it kept hanging up and I lost the post.

Basically it was an amusing thing about watching the cab driver pick up my larger bag, which was clearly so tightly packed that the fabric was straining, and almost throw it into the air, expecting it to be heavy. I’m taking reticulated foam with me to Iceland, because I can’t get it there. La.

Besides that, I’ve got some treats for people there, but otherwise and taking no clothes. I left half my clothes there, expecting to return in January. So this trip is working out well for getting things back to Portland. No. We still don’t know where we are going to live after January, but taking stuff back to Portland with me seems prudent.

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