“I haven’t given up, I’ve just been busy,” she says.

First things first – I’m well past 17 hikes now. And I’m still ahead of my goal. BUT! I have, I’ll admit, significantly slowed down my progress.

But ya see, I gots me a j-o-b! And that’s clearly important. goodbye funemployment…

It was a last-minute, slightly chaotic, totally blessed affair. Got one job offer that was, let’s just say, insulting. And the same day, got a call back from the job I eventually accepted. And in fewer than 24 hours of signing my offer, I was at work.

This is, however, after a frantic drive from Ashland to Seattle through a freak late-March snow storm that socked in Sexton Pass just to get to a 2:30pm interview on Friday. Followed by a ride-a-long interview on Monday, and a wage and status bartering match on Tuesday, with a start day of Wednesday.

Needless to say, I had no time to get my Ashland life in order. Or even have a plan for where I’d be living back in Seattle. I’m technically homeless, you know. (Or so says one particularly dense individual, countered by the loving people who declare I have (at least) three homes.)

Luckily, I was able to finagle three days off in what would have been Work Week 2.5 so that I could drive seven hours south on a Tuesday, pick up the Queen and King of Ashland via Adelaide on Wednesday, and drive another 8 hours north (hello traffic) on Thursday. Mortared in with frantic packing, dinner in town, and more frantic packing, (and Seester tears) … naturally.

So, yeah. I’ve been quiet on the blog front. But for good reason: I have had to grow re-accustomed to working 40+ hours a week AND being the person in charge of making all the decisions during those 40+ hours, but in an industry I know basically nothing about. (Don’t ask me yet… I’m still learning!)

So tonight I bid temporary farewell to my babes and headed to SeaTac to catch a red eye (yup, it’s 2:43am somewhere over North Dakota) to NYC to celebrate the 55th anniversary of D being born. Can I sleep on this plane? Hells no. Will I rally tomorrow? Hells no. Kidding. (?) I’ll dig deep into my old actress days and pretend to be awake during the mani-pedi we’ll all be getting in just a few short hours. (maybe my snores will sound like conversation)

Also, how the heck does Etsy’s algorithm work?! I hadn’t sold much of anything in the first few months of the year because of being in the road, but then suddenly I’m selling all the ‘fabric bowl covers’ in the world! They’re not even a featured item?! Do I make more?! I haven’t even finished my own sundress for Greece! Good gracious.