One hour to go until my first post-move ferry ride. I can hardly wait. Rush hour isn't my preferred time, but the party I'm going to is at 7, so not many options there. I love the ferry though—there's something about commuting over the water that makes me feel like a little kid playing grownup. The snack bar is always excellent, and on a clear night, you can't beat the view of the Seattle skyline. I'll try to grab a picture or two if the weather cooperates, but it's pretty foggy up here tonight. I might just stay inside the cabin, have a mocha, and read the weekly papers to see what else in going on in the big city and try to find a hip furniture store that could sell me a dresser. I'm getting tired of not being able to sit on the couch due to all my laundry.

I'll definitely have the mocha in any case.