All these blue-sky pictures, you'd hardly know it was winter in Portland. I actually sat outside and read on my front porch TWICE in the last week, taking in the sun like a sleepy cat. What's that, you say? Cat? Why there have been no cat pics at all around here lately. And so I give you Mao in the same kind of gentle frenzy I've been in today. Sun crazy maybe. Flattered and fearful. In three weeks I'll be facilitating a workshop at Street Roots. I'm excited about it and have forbidden myself from any kind of real reflection on how I'm going to manage this. How many sweaters do I need to wear so that a room of people don't see my heart pounding at my ribs?