Wow, that's the most superficial-sounding paragraph I think I've ever written. Oh well, it's all true, and I don't do this often anyway.
Let's see, what else...I wore my wings to the Farmer's Market this morning and mountain_child and I picked up some eggplant, organic carrots, cucumber, and garlic, and I bought a cup of fresh cold cider. He's at the farm harvesting now, whilst I am back to the sagas.
Mt. St. Helens erupted yesterday, which is wholly appropriate, as our house here is currently enveloped in a newly-hatched cloud of tiny blue ashwings. They're like gnats, only with a fuzzy powder-blue body, and so delicate that they smash on your body if you walk through them too quickly. They're just beautiful.