Day 120: the senseless count

My blog is misleading. Do you feel tricked? Were you searching for an unemployed soul for which to pity or relate? For despite the run-on heading I am neither unemployed, nor adhering to a promised, daily report.  Fear not, I still stink of the stale stench of unemployement. The memory and fear of 're-return' thrusts me into berserk work weeks, just to be safe or to make up for lost time.

Either way. I am still thankful for the opportunity to live in Portland and have my senses and personal missions propelled as they are. Writing resumes but work prevails.

Today's pictures: 1) taken by Casper pants on his rainy walk to our President's Day celebration (a charming alternative to Valentine's Day). He on one bridge, another in the frame. Never say "Meet me by the ___ bridge". Coming from the South Dakotan plains, I do not comprehend multiple bridge schemes.

Photo 2) at the bar top above Doug Fir, pre-concert. We consumed some hefty onion rings. I heistate to delve into the concert, as it was sensitively magnificent--in content and in random relation to my emotional situation. Regardless, Alec Ounsworth made my day. 

note: still using the magically prehistoric tiny cam...don't judge you mean ole judgers.