The grey skies have returned to Portland - but that is still no reason not to wake up at 7 AM on Sunday so that we can walk to get a Kettleman's toasted, buttered, pumpernickel bagel. First a little water...
I'm oddly parched.
Then - as is my custom - I give mama a big smooch. She calls me Captain Wetbeard in these moments.
Water drunk, smooch given, bagel inhaled. LETS WALK BEFORE IT RAINS!