And I blame this endless Portland sun. It is unwholesome and alarming. I'm trying to work on my computer, and it's slanting in at a devilish angle, sending reflected knives of brightness throughout the house. I should be complaining about the long dark nights that lighten only marginally under the batting of slate winter cumulus. It should be 38 and pissing rain. This is Denver-like weather. No good can come of it.