Friday. Home by about nine last night and to bed, up at eight. Another decent night's sleep. Raining, of course, and cold. I suspect living in California for so long has thinned the blood, made for an unadapted dude up here in a wet Northwest.

Later. Lunch with my sister at a local French restaurant before going by her scheduled shoot of a nearby neighbor's family and kids. Young kids. I'd forgotten how much energy can be expended by four pre-school kids in full holiday mode.

Their parents, however, blinked not a wink as they kept the room from destruction. Instructive to watch my sister interacting and managing the affair as she was shooting. She mentioned managing kids as a school teacher came in handy in this picture business.

Some work on the few photographs I'd taken, some futzing online, some sitting in front of the fire to keep warm. Did I mention it's cold here in Portland? I did? More than once I'd guess.

Evening. Still raining, but they're saying something about sun this weekend. Sunday and not Saturday, I'm afraid, but sun would be nice for a couple of days. Evidently the day I arrived was the warmest ever recorded temperature for that day here in Portland.

To bed early again, I'd say. Sleep does seem to come more easily.