Our morning was spent at an estate sale, where we turned down the $4000 mahogany dining room set (as if!) but longed for the house, with its view of Lake Washington and four-jet, 1920s-era shower (we came home with a $6 side table and some kitchen errata - I need to point out the $50 freezer to my brother); in the U-District, where we went to two different bookstores as I slowly unloaded all of my political philosophy books (except for Thorstein Veblen and Alexis de Toqueville), in the name of "cleaning house;" then in the ID, where we hit the Angkor Noodle House for a little dim sum (no chicken feet for us, though). Strangely, as we sat shivering in the restaurant (it was 25 degrees out, and for the record I miss using an OS with a character map), we reminisced over the dinner we had just last night right around the corner at the Sichuanese Cuisine Restaurant. It must be the gloomy weather that's making food have such an all important role in our lives right now. After all, there's no telling when the men will be bringing a nice mammoth back to the cave again and we need to lay on the fat while there's still meat a-plenty!
Tonight, it looks like it will be Puerto Rico with my brother, his wife, and Ken from work. I'm looking forward to this, and apparently desperately avoiding my afternoon goals, namely cleaning the god-damned sty I call my home before people come over to watch Damn Yankees tomorrow. It's not like I'll have time to do it AFTER snowshoeing!