I woke up this morning, panicking, to a sunrise over the Puget Sound. It was a sort of misty, chilly, layered morning that seemed created for bad watercolorists. A train rumbled by and something hooted out there on the dark water and, for a long minute, I had no idea where I was. Then I remembered: Ah, Tacoma, to speak to a delightful group of students at Pacific Lutheran University and give a reading later. This is something I find I can't ever say no to, even if it's across the country and I'm uncomfortably enormous in the wombal-area (try fitting a standard airplane tray over this puppy!) b