[Clarion West 2001: the halfway point]

Saturday: Slept 'til 10am. Most of the hall was empty, because more than half of the group had taken the day to go for a hike at Mt. Rainier. Those who didn't go on the hike soon left to pursue other adventures; by the time I was done showering and ready for breakfast, there were only a few of us left.

By noon, there were only three of us here at all. Then, the other two decided to take a trip to Greelake. That left me, all alone, on the twelfth floor of Campion Tower.

What did I do, you might ask, to enjoy the solitude of the building, or to enjoy the excellent weather that Seattle received this fine day? Or, you may well wonder, did I use this time to great utility and begin my Monday reading/critique work, or start writing my next story?

I did nothing. Nada.

I played solitaire. I surfed the web. I did zilch. Squat.

Didn't head out of the building at all until around 3pm or so to buy some milk because I'd run out. Came back from the grocery store and, well, did nothing. Had dinner with Paulette, who had stopped by en route to picking up friends from the airport. Then, when I was back in the dorm... you guessed it. Nothing. Some folks were watching a movie (X Men), so I sat for a bit and watched that. Other than that, a totally blank day.

Boy, I needed that.

Tomorrow, I'll be cooking lots o' food for the troops. So, tomorrow morning, I'll be grocery shopping, prepping the food, and making myself all kinds of busy. Should have done my critiques today/tonight. Didn't. C'est la vie.