When I left the gym after swimming, there were people in bikinis in the sand, people in swimsuits playing volleyball, and disorienting sunshine falling from the sky. On the drive home, I saw a group of three motorcycle cops filming a stop sign. Luckily Erik's ticket a few years ago for running a yellow light has made me paranoid, so I tend to be extra careful in Southeast.
Julie was over; we went to both Portland Nurseries for her to pick up a PA system for a big event at her nursery this weekend. Then we walked to Bara for a late sushi dinner-- our first since our return from Japan. The food was good, but it took forever.