“Good morning, everybody, and calling in from work, as I get settled. Haven't started yet, and I wanted to check in, and describe what I can see, which is almost nothing because there's a lot of fog in Portland this morning. Thick enough that when I was crossing the Ross Island Bridge on the bus, I could not see to the Marquam Bridge, the next bridge to the north, and usually I can. So from our view -- I *am* near a window, so I usually have a view -- I can see almost nothing at the moment. Still, it's kind of neat.
Transcribed by: chris_walsh
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