Portland is wrapped entirely in heavy clouds. The wind is constantly blowing. Rain is inevitable.
After nights without sleep because of the heat, this weather is like a long-awaited kiss.
Tonight, Lars, Anne, and I are going to watch the end of Star Wars. We started the movie a couple of days ago.
Then many friends are coming over, and we're moving on to The Empire Strikes Back.
See, Lars has never seen the Star Wars trilogy. He is defending his thesis next week, and we figured that this lack of education was unacceptable.
I even threatened to tell his thesis review committee.
Someone from Brazil visited my page yesterday. Know who?
Last night I was headed home on my inline skates and everyone I passed tried not to look at me. But I was patient, and in every case, they would suddenly break out in a smile and say, "hello!" or "Good evening!"
It was a small test of patience and persistence.
I'm looking over this journal entry and realizing that it is a bit muddled. Or maybe a bit convoluted. Or perhaps just random.
S'okay. That's really how I feel this morning.
It's been a good and hard week.
The jury's out.
I'll hammer out a bulletin when the final verdict comes back.
