Well, I'm definitely not going to be able to make it to Portland tonight. Just finished folding the sheets that I'll soon be unfolding onto the guestroom bed. And hacking down grass. And removing piles of winter mulch leaves. Still need to spiffify the house, vacuum the cobwebs that will surely be visible tomorrow, dust the dust that will be visible again all too soon, etcet etcet. Martha Stewart definitely does not live here! (But we can sing that song tomorrow as Pat Favorite who wrote it says she's coming to the party.)

I'm off to collect some lilacs! See you tomorrow.

Bat Goddess