It looks nice out today. Fall, powder blue sky. The last of the pollinators moving over the last of my late season blooms. I looked out the window and thought that I was in a good mood, so I wanted to write it down in case later I wasn't.

The coffee maker broke, but I think I might have fixed it. I fixed the gas burner the other week too. It feels good to get a little bit more handy and able to do these things, especially as a potential future home owner. 

I should pack for the trip on my lunch break, but I think instead I'd like to go for a long run. I've felt so weak and sick and gross this week; it 'd be nice to do something active. I also need to figure out what I'm going to wear to this damn wedding. I think it's black tie, so I'll have to see what of my gowns might work - maybe my best man dress from the other wedding last year, or the gold/brown velvet thing. I almost bought a dress for it, but now I'm glad I didn't - I have enough expenses in the next few weeks. I did buy a really nice sage/moss green pattagucci. That seems like it's "my color" for all my outerwear these days, but I love green, so I don't mind. It's nice to have stuff match. Now all I need is one of those mammut puffy things... oh, I'm just being ridiculous; I shouldn't buy more stuff.

Here's something gross to counter all my soft silliness - so weekend before last, I was in the middle river sifting for arrowheads with some friends at the villa. We came back up to dry around the camp fire and I noticed some fresh blood on my leg where a motherfucking leech had bitten me. It immediately came off, but then the bite wouldn't stop bleeding. I was making dinner hours later and felt something wet under my foot, and it had bled through the third or fourth bandage I applied. Now it's been almost two weeks and I still have a huge mark that won't seem to heal. Seems like maybe something I should take care of before I go out of the country, but ugh. So gross. I guess given all the time I spend with my bare skin in rivers, I should be glad this is the first I've ever encountered. Still. I suppose it's gotten cool again and I'll probably forget my squeamishness by the time it gets warm enough to get back in the water next year.