Portland has been a darling little microcosm of everything good and bad in my life, the best of which being that Crazy Goddamn Dragon.
We did NOTHING except for go to Powell's, eat, and sleep. I didn't even make it out to the food trucks (which mostly turned out to be fare I could have in Seattle anyhow, seated, in a place with a roof). It was awesome. :D
I also did a lot of thinking, good and bad, about what awaits me in Seattle. Everything still feels really... entropic right now.