Portland has spent this whole spring in an absolutely weird weather state; I have seen more hail in the last six weeks than in I think my entire previous life. This year has felt less unmoored from time than the last two, but the weather refusing to be reasonable has made it a little disconcerting to discover that we’re nearly in May. We keep having beautiful individual days followed by gloomy workweeks, and it is making me tremendously sleepy while I loaf around recovering from wisdom tooth surgery.