It happened. Portland bribed the sun. Every year about this time, the mayor sends an email out begging for contributions.
We all chip in and send a pillowcase full of dollar bills to the sun and the clouds. They split it 60/40 (no one is sure who gets the larger share) and give us something we’ve all needed for months. Warmth: sweet, sunny, warmth.
***Song of the Moment: Pretty Bird, by Jenny Lewis***