Before catching the bus.

It is Friday morning at 10:09 or so and I am not working. It is warm out today, and I think everyone in Portland is crossing their fingers that Spring will be here consistantly now, that there will be a need for sunglasses.

I took the day off because soon I will be going to Seattle to smooze at a JVC benefit dinner and wear a bright shirt to identify my purpose. I'm excited about this, for the long car ride, the hills of the city, the chance to hang out with people I don't see very often. Jeremy made me a fried egg when I woke up and we sat at the kitchen table talking about nothing inparticular. It was a good day for an adventure, he said, but he had a strong desire to do nothing at all.

Work has been fine lately. People are very sick and I still don't have any answer for them. I went to a training in the Admin building yesterday on professional boundaries and was pleasantly surprised to see candy at the middle of each table when I arrived. There I was, with most of the Henry front desk staff, a few of my coworkers, and people from other CCC agencies that I'd never seen. We all picked a photograph from the pile and talked about how the shot represented our role. We don't get to do things like that often--sit in a quiet basement, refill water glasses, talk about what it means to be in this profession and keep yourself and your clients safe. I enjoyed it.