Didn't even have to use my AK
Today I woke up next to Meg. This was the start of a perfect day. Ate a leisurely breakfast and did the NY Times crossword together over coffee.

Mid-morning Meg returned to her place for a bit to shower and whatnot. I also showered and then set about moving the last of the clutter from my move out of my apartment and out of my life. When Meg came back we loaded it up and took it to Goodwill.

From there we drove to Washington Park and spent a couple hours walking around the misty, mossy, mysterious grounds. Ducks aplenty, crows, a flicker, some birds like robins but with more triangular beaks. Trees from around the globe, the park hosting an aboretum. Eucalyptus and true ash with small signs before them. A tree in the Winter Garden with yellow blooms in January.

Stopped at Trader Joe's and made supper at Meg's place. Herb salad with goddess dressing, gnocci with faux-meat sauce, spinach and capers. Cheap but palatable red wine. Macadamia-and-white-chocolate cookies for dessert.

Over our salads we watched Obama's inaugural speech online. It was great. I love him. I love him in precise inverse proportion to how much I disliked Bush. That he is now president and Bush is not makes me profoundly satisfied.

Also: I have a new axe! It's a solid-top Yamaha acoustic (FG-402, if anyone's curious), and I got it with stand, gig bag and capo from a guy off Craigslist. Drove to his apartment in Belltown after dinner, played the guitar for a couple minutes, and handed him the cash.

This is awesome. This is so awesome. Can't tell you how much I've missed having a guitar.

Returned to Meg's and played a game of Scrabble while Charlotte the cat lounged in the guitar case. Walked home with the lamps of 8th Avenue disappearing into a thick fog.

Gotta say, it was a good day.