Whenever I feel like complaining about it being in the 80s here in the summer, I look at Denver’s weather to remind myself that I no longer live in the 7th Circle of Hell.
It’s noon and still a balmy 66 degrees here. I’m just chilling out on my deck doing client work, hanging out with cats, and enjoying the sweet aroma of the rhododendrons and Douglas firs that shade my deck.
It doesn’t get much better than this. I love you, Portland.