Every day I have had in Portland so far (all four of them) has been a great day, but today was extra-special in one respect. I must confess that there was one aspect of the last three days that I was not especially happy about. You see, one of the reasons I have fled here from Arizona is to escape the hideous glare of my nemesis, the Ancient One, who some people today call "the Sun." And behold, when I arrive in the Pacific Northwest, there he still is in the sky, mocking me. Well, this morning, I was in for a treat. This is the way Portland is supposed to look:
In your face, life-giving Sun! Where is your solar brilliance now?
(It actually came back later in the day. But I'm not bitter. At least it's not 116°.)