This week has been brain-frying. Or maybe brain-wringing. With the exception of one potentially good bit of work news, things have been...not-fun. And have been exhausting. What didn't help was the realistic dream last night of me, purely by being in the relatively right place at the relatively right time, not getting stomped by Godzilla but watching large patches of Portland get stomped. I didn't need that, subconscious.