a thousand words.

I've been sick -- again, yes, I know -- so that'll have to do as my excuse for not writing. The poor Guy. It seems sometimes that he spends half his life caring for me in my bed of sickness. He persists on finding it amusing, although less, perhaps, than he did; it can't have escaped him that his wife is a petri dish just waiting for the next vicious illness to wander by and set up housekeeping.

Poor man.

In any case, it's a week and a day since our 3 month anniversary, and a week and a day since I came down with the mother of all fall colds (anybody out there doing the math?) and I'm still a bit under-the-weather. I don't have enough energy to do any of the writing I really should be doing, so by way of apology, I offer you ... a picture entry.

official wedding pictures

The pictures were taken by Gene Higa,for whom I am very happily writing a recommendation. He handed us over 300 digital photographs. For the record, I've never looked this good in my life. I certainly didn't look this good at my own wedding. The camera lies. That's okay. Truth is vastly overrated.

Muir woods

The day before we left for Seattle, we headed up to Marin to meet up with Diva and Sweet Pipes, who was visiting from Italy with her fiance. None of us had actually been to Muir Woods, I think. We bought lunch at a local supermarket, ate it at the park, and then went wandering.

It's a little hard to get a real idea of just how big the redwoods at Muir are. We took a sapling up to Seattle and gave it to Mom. It was the size of my middle finger. She read the side of the container, saw "300 feet," and cheeped like a stomped chicken.

"300 feet?!"

"It lives up to 3000 years," I consoled her. "You'll probably be dead before that happens."

Mom eyed me dolefully and accepted the sapling. The next day, she hid it so we couldn't plant it. I'm not sure what she did with it, to be honest.