Here in Portland, the streets are only wet, but the north, I gather, is encased in ice: schools are canceled, pickups are sliding, sand trucks are struggling up hills. Nevertheless, if things clear out weather-wise this afternoon, I'll be heading up there for band practice and then an overnight with a friend. I'm excited about seeing everyone, although I'm also anxious about laying eyes on the house. I wish I didn't have to drive past it.

Oh, well. I am happy about the prospect of playing music again.