Monday, March 18: Warm enough to ski without my fleece neck gaiter (and yes, my helmet chin strap is too loose here).

 
Tuesday, March 19: Spring greens to play with, along with some black that looks more like deep greyish brown to me but I can work with that.

 
Wednesday, March 20: Flying out of Spokane heading for a long crafty weekend in Chicagoland.

 
Thursday, March 21: Drove out to the far suburbs to get the pizza of my childhood: sausage cheese and mushrooms, thin crust, square cut, from the same business my parents ordered from when I was a girl. They’ve moved locations but the recipe doesn’t seem to have changed.

 
Friday, March 22: Covid conscious conference attending. I re-blued my hair before I left home so people I knew only from online could spot me more easily, but didn’t take into account that there are way more folks with bright hair colors in the big city than in my little Idaho home.

 
Saturday, March 23: Glass light sculpture in the lobby of the host hotel. Seems like not quite-Chihuly to me but maybe it’s legit.

 
Sunday, March 24: End of the weekend from my hotel room. Not sure when I was last this high up in a building.

 

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