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Reading Material:	Along the Inca Road: A Woman's Journey into an Ancient Empire by Karin Muller
	Hard Times in Paradise : An American Family's Struggle to Carve Out a Homestead in California's Redwood Mountains by David Colfax, Micki Colfax
	+ asst. romance novels and children's books

Well, I reconciled my checking accounts after three months of neglect. Have decided to ditch Quicken and go back to my Excel spreadsheets, the nerd joy of building my own compensates for any lack of slickness.

Made cookies for dinner tonight. Very bad. Good cookies, blended tofu egg substitute plus oats plus, uh chocolate, makes for complete protein I think, but no complete meal. No complete sentences. Um... Watched the commentary version of Episode I last night, which was kind of interesting. Lucas never directly addresses any fan concerns with the film, something I always wonder about. Tonight was National Geographic theme. Watched two bear documentaries that I brought home from the library and finished up in the tub with a travel book from same.

Clearly I'm not entirely ready for R rated movies yet, watched The Beach a couple of nights ago which started with a messy suicide and moved on to 3 shark attack victims, 4 graphic shootings, 1 maiming and a game of Russian roulette. I had nightmares.

Speaking of nightmares, we got to see one of the touring casts of Sue the Tyrannosaur at OMSI in Portland. Very enjoyable day and evening. Of course, the Denver Museum had its very own T-Rex doing a flying kick in their atrium (I kid you not), but hey, Colorado had a state fossil (the stegosaurus), it was that kind of place. OK panic attack, did we really trade the Prehistoric Journey exhibit for Humboldt County? *deep breaths* We can always fly back and visit, which will probably happen about as often as we availed ourselves of the museum anyway.

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I wonder if journaling contributes to being self-absorbed. It's a bit like a friend who never gets a word in. Is a LiveJournal destined to resemble performance art entitled: 'It's All About Me', just by its very nature? Yes and no, I guess. A journal, even a public one, can be one person's view of the external landscape, or a 'three-hour tour' of the internal one, or many places in between.