Saturday is mostly a blur, since I had the misfortune to not have penciled in some sleep time after my graveyard shift Friday night, so by the time I got to bed on Saturday night I’d been up for something like 32 hours. Even with repeated trips to Starbucks to obtain copious quantities of caffeine, it was not pretty. Things just kept getting more and more surreal.

I rented a car for my trip to Seattle to visit Maggy, because my car has almost two hundred thousand miles on it and can barely make it up the hill near the zoo on Highway 26. I think the car I rented was a Ford. It was very red and very shiny and went really, really fast. I can’t count how many times I freaked out because I glanced at the speedometer and discovered I was doing 80 mph, completely unintentionally.

But that was okay, because freeway drivers in Seattle are special. Apparently they think doing 70 mph on the freeway in heavy traffic is normal. Perhaps even acceptable (WTF?!). I couldn’t decide whether to be more astonished or terrified, and settled for singing along with the radio very loudly and dedicating each song to whatever god would please just let me live to see my children again.

Other than that, it was a delightful visit! Maggy has the prettiest brown eyes, and I kept catching myself just wanting to stare at them. And she hugs so well that it took a bit of self-restraint to not just keep hugging her. Our conversation went all over the place, in the most delightful ways, and I’m sure I talked entirely too much. I want to say about a thousand brilliant things about the day, but I’m about to fall asleep. Damnit.