I am not enough peanut butter.

[sistawendy]

So I went to the beach burn alone on Wednesday night. I wasn't there for very long because a) I had to put the Wendling to bed and b) it was a school night. I felt like such an interloper flitting in and out of there, neither bringing nor consuming anything. I didn't even sit down. I guess it was better than staying home, but it left me wishing once again that I either lived in Seattle or that my life weren't divided into so many small compartments.

Come to think of it, though, I probably hadn't seen the moon over Puget Sound since I moved out of Ballard.