Hopping into my time machine to catch up with some posts from the weekend! FunkyPlaid and I were together on Christmas Day for the first time in too long, and it was wonderful.

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FunkyPlaid and I are going on all the dates before he leaves. Tonight we had a late dinner at Kennedy School. In other news, I still can’t take a level photograph.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the soothing soundtrack of AbyssRium.

FunkyPlaid and I are facing another holiday season apart, due to store business, so we took advantage of our waning time together and explored the city a little tonight. In our wanderings we stumbled across a terrific shop called Flutter and met its resident cat, King.

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Portland is long on whimsical charm, and for that I love it more and more.

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the enchanting soundtrack of AbyssRium, a not-game game I’ve been playing.

I wanted to commemorate the 300-day mark of this project with a special photo. It’s been wonderful having FunkyPlaid back home this week, and I am dreading having to say goodbye again so soon. My heart was especially heavy today until I read this piece about Patton Oswalt losing his wife. Then I felt like a big jerk for sighing over a separation of several weeks.

My mom gave us this beautiful bit of ironwork from Oakbeck Forge for our sixth anniversary. Behind it is the purse she handmade to match my wedding gown.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid puttering around in the kitchen.

Today’s smile started when I picked FunkyPlaid up from the airport this morning and it hasn’t been far from my face since.

FunkyPlaid even managed to decorate a little for Halloween! I’m so glad he’s home. Work and exhaustion are solid distractions from my loneliness, but life is so much better when he’s around.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid turn the pages of the book he’s reading. ❤


FunkyPlaid successfully defended his doctoral thesis today! I’ve thought about writing those words for as long as we’ve been on this path together, so by now I should have something momentous to say to mark the occasion.

As a younger person, I believed fervently in the ability to put any feeling or experience into words. Every day I live a little longer I realise that there are fewer and fewer experiences that can be fully articulated. Something is always left out.

That’s not a bad thing. It’s a large part of what drives me as a writer and as a human being: in the former case, to try to express the ineffable, and in the latter, not to do so.

Goodness, this took a philosophical turn. Fitting, as it is honour of my newly-minted Doctor of Philosophy, and also fitting considering just how many words he wrote to earn the title. There now, in non-philosophical terms: I am heart-crackingly proud of FunkyPlaid, his achievement, and his humility and grace through it all. The rest of this shared moment I’ll savour wordlessly.

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