I went into the office today (had some stuff that needed to be taken care of in person, rather than over the phone.) (Well, actually, I thought I had some stuff that had to be taken care of in person, but the person who requested help gave me a "What? It's not doing it anymore." when I went over to his desk to help him out, so... guess who is going straight to the bottom of my "help him out" list. Dimbulb). Anyway, it was nice to get a chance to see everyone again - and at least two-thirds of the office ended up going out to lunch together at a pool hall down the block, so all in all it was a nice change of pace. I'm definitely ready to drop, though... I just can't do 12 hours days the way I used to.
Driving home, I saw several signs of why I love Portland so much, though - we came home down Sandy (because I-84 is the highway of the damned during rush hour). I saw a hipster bicyclist with his mustaches flapping in the wind at least a foot behind him, a sign in a window front advertising ukelele lessons, another window front with the fugliest naugahyde 50s barstool I've ever seen, and (of course) a martial arts studio straight across the street from an urgent care clinic. It's my home, and I love it.
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