So I have this feeling. There's bunches of stuff to say -- blurts to blurt, stories to tell, mushy emotions to express, triumphs to celebrate, and so on. None of it seems to want particularly to be expressed.

San Francisco was there. Was nice to watch Jori flit about and to hang with Jane. I always appreciate the chance to spend time with Russ & Raynn.

Training was enlightening and inspiring, hatching new ideas, validating some old ones, confirming a worst fear or two. Logistics sucked in some ways and worked out really well from other perspectives.

Chuck's still Chuck, if a momentarily shakier version than I'm used to. I got back some of the Ivytime that I was denied in January, so that was good. Saw the people it was most important to me to see -- Antron, Foam, Genghis, Muerto, and of course Lizanne. So whee!

And upon my return, I found waiting confirmation that I was accepted to the online MLIS program at the University of Washington, a big relief. After striking out with applications to two other institutions recently, it would have been a blow to have been turned away again. But Ivy's right that those other applications weren't well-targeted, and I was in fact accepted at UW. Still not 100% sure I'm doing the program, but dammit I'm accepted.

The dreaded *should* word is hanging in the air, as I feel like lots more needs to be said about aspects that are glossed over here. But saying any of it wouldn't change anything in any significant way, feelings being what they are, so the hell with it. Thoughts can just continue to hover in the middle distance, and that's that.