Bleary-eyed wave

Greetings to my flist from the 14th floor of The Portland Building. It's a perfectly spectacular fall-like day outside in the real Stumptown, or so I gather from glances out the few and small windows we have.

Can I just say that life in general is too short, and life in Portland is too gray, to spend all the daylight hours of glorious September inside the World's Tallest Basement?

And yet here I am.

*glum*