Friday!
God, I'm tired.
It has been a long long week, and I cannot wait to get home to some quiet. Maybe I'll take a nap.
The weather today in Portland is highly schizophrenic. It was pouring rain not less than half-an-hour ago. Now it is blindingly bright. I expect it will hail just as I climb on my bike and head for my apartment building, where I will get off of my bike, sopping wet, or covered in ice, and tread up to my apartment.
God, the sky is unreal. Blue.
I have a friend who broke his foot skiing down from the top of Mt. Hood. He was going to lead a trip to the top of the mountain. The trip is still going to happen. I am going to climb. But he may not be able to go.
So this journal entry is dedicated to him.
Cheers, Henry!
