1.16.06: Oh well.

So, it�s a chilly, overcast day. Usually, this would please me to no end. I love a good drizzly, grey day in the dead of winter. Who doesn�t?? But it�s not doing the trick today. I just officially cancelled my interview with the Oregon Department of Education; S. is away two days now, and it feels like 20; and, have I mentioned this before? My job blows.

I haven�t updated this in an age. All you have to know is, yes, I went to Oregon last month in some sort of fact-finding mission, a first date kind of initial sizing-up, let�s see what the city may hold type trip. You get the idea. Well, Portland is ok. In Portland, beer is a religion and weather is politics. Not to say that weather is run by a bunch of pompous old white guys out in the PacNW. No, just to say that the way DC is a politics town, Portland is a weather town. It�s something to talk about.

Maybe it was the soggy, smoky layer of �BLAH� that seemed to hang over a lot of the place; maybe it was a horrific misunderstanding and tense worrying and a $250 speeding ticket; maybe it was my getting utterly lost in the big picture overwhelmedness of �Could we live here;� maybe it was feeling like I had to talk myself into it. Whatever it was, something didn�t click. Portland was a bust. Or more fittingly, it was a wash.

Oh well. Now, I guess I just sit back and take it as it comes.