Feb. 7, 2008 at 4:25pm

Strange Days, Indeed...

(when days abed go eventful)

So I had this 6 am wakeup, coughing my head off, feeling like I was drowning in some vile body fluid called snot. After a little over an hour and a half of coughing, I finally managed a fitful rest filled with all kinds of bad dreams of death, drowning and dismemberment, mostly my own.

Charming, it was.

So I decided to have a lay in bed all day kind of day, after getting the kid (aka Ms Germspreader) ready for school, and to school.  No, I didn't put on underwear, no, I didn't brush my teeth, and yes, I wore layers and layers of clothing and chewed gum to cover those facts.

Trouble was, I had a commitment scheduled for tonight-- a really cool one, in fact.  I will be an accuracy judge at the district level for Poetry Out Loud.  I love literacy contests, they make me happy.  Will write all about it, tomorrow.

At any rate, as I hoped for "go to healthy, go immediately to healthy" my phone rang-- Walt!! Walt Gaya!!  Friend from many contexts, specifically co-mastermind behind Corina Bakery and rad-ass photographer. 

(Walt sent me this shot right after Memorial Day last year, I think it's probably the single most hilarious thing I've ever seen.  Ever.) (No, really, EVER.) (It's like a scene from some fabulous indie movie, full of pathos, tragedy, ennui, the land of the free, and the home of the brave.)(And dudes with fabulous faces, fabulous glasses, and funny hats.)

So it turns out, Walt and the fam are out of T-Town, having gone South (Georgia) where Jess is having a baking break, hanging with the kids, and where he's working for the DoD.  They're quite happy, and have left the bakery in Casey's competent hands.

It's sad to see friends move, and I guess it all happened really quickly, but they're quite happy and settling into a town similar to Tacoma in its size and spirit.

And in the meantime, our fave cakes stay the same--consider it a sweet legacy to leave.