I'd like to record things I'm thinking about but I'm too tired. It's easier to recount the day.

Someone gave me a gift certificate to a spa, so this morning I trucked it to Ballard for a facial and a pedicure. It was a whole lot of nothing, not even words. That's basically my experience with spas: a lot of fluff for a lot of $$. I got a face full of steam and red toenails. That's about it.

Andrew, coffee, and brunch.

Weekly massage, which is more like what you think you're getting when you go to a spa. Something transformative. You leave feeling that something has been done to you.

Afterward, I met up with Andrew again to go shopping for new glasses—for him this time. On the verge of the worst kind of weather you can have in Seattle—cold, wet, and windy—we slipped into Market Optical in the Market. The lone woman and a peanut gallery helped him find frames he likes. Happy from that, we went to just-opened Laong for dinner. They have a lot work out before it operates smoothly, but the food was good like the Tamarind Tree and we were really taken with the jellyfish tank.

Next, Sake Nomi for namazake. The McLellands were there, already 1.5 bottles deep. Together we watched a documentary on the making of the Godzilla movies. We drank a little and bought a bottle and got back into the car for home.

Then we remembered whoopie pie at Quinn's. We decided to circle the block once to try our luck at parking. No luck. So we parked at home and walked down in the fucking cold. Once we were seated, frites seemed like a good idea too. We people watched and chatted. They forgot our pie; when they finally remembered, they gave it to us for free.

Walking home, we paused at Chop Suey to press our ears to the window to hear a little D.I.M.

Now this, now bed.