Well, I made it to Seattle without too much incident, as long as you don’t count the laundry fiasco wherein many of my formerly white clothes found themselves less than white. How old will I be before I figure out about the red shirt and the white clothes?

As I was leaving my house for the airport, I realized I was still wearing my slippers (they’re comfy, what can I say) – once I got the footwear issues sorted out, the travel went quite smoothly.

Knock on wood, the weather here’s been stellar (65-70°, sunny) and my hosts quite hospitable. No complaints from the Northwest.