Sleep time

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Today I did something a little surprising: absolutely nothing.

I shouldn’t have been surprised.

My last break was a week and a half ago, and the time in between has been unusually exhausting.

I’ve become worn out, one of the big risks of a long trip.

One of my guidebooks warns that this problem will correct itself automatically if one doesn’t plan in advance.

Today was the first day I was forced to stay put, so the correction happened and I slept all day.

Of course, it helped that I was in Portland, one of those cities where hanging out has been raised to an art form (see July 21^st).



This hotel has something of a view.

My room faces west, so it gets the mountain view Portland is known for (see July 23^rd).

The center showed a distant white rounded peak that looked something like a mirage, Mount Adams.

On the left was a broader white stubby mountain, Mount St. Helens.

Finally, a pyramid shaped peak that was higher than both of them appeared on the right, Mount Hood.

The rest of the view, unfortunately, was all apartment buildings.



I need to note that the white minimalism, which I found so spare when I checked in, slowly grew on me until it won me over.

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