Back at work

I accidentally took someone else's drink at Starbucks in Ellensburg.

It was her fault for ordering almost the same thing right after me, and Starbucks' fault for putting hers out on the counter first, my fault for not immediately recognizing the difference between "tall" and "grande" due to my relatively limited experience ordering coffee-type drinks, and Christina's fault for saying "yes" when I whispered "Is this one mine?"

So I did the right thing by apologizing and clearing up the confusion. I also got a bigger drink than I paid for.

And that was probably the worst thing that happened during the whole weekend trip to the Grays Harbor area, so Christina and I returned to the newsroom quite pleased with ourselves. Anyway, more on this later before I return to the typical thesis and history stuff.