because we have no way of communicating with the outside world...

saturday mornings at ups can be a horror. today was no exception. a fine mix of the uninformed and unprepared, international affairs, and uppity rich ladies who have nothing better to do than pester me with their petty concerns...i was quite glad to go home at the end of it all, believe me. some days my tolerance is fairly low due no doubt to lack of caffeine, and it gets worn down by the overt neediness that i encounter while out there on the front line.

i celebrated my escape by going to sauvie island with brian. we picked blueberries, hung out at the ponds, got cute with the cows grazing off in the fields under the endless cover of blackberry vines, watched birds fly around, picked cherries by the roadside, and came home and watched bad movies washed down with beer and popcorn. it didn't start out so promising, but saturday ended up being an alright day after all.