Dark Four In Cascadia

Daily notes from a plague winter

December 12th

Sunny today! At the market I'm buying greens, I'm buying potatoes, I'm buying lamb.

"How's it going," I say to Lamb Guy, "you hanging in there?"

"We're hanging in there."

"Restaurant business coming back at all, with the dining outside happening?"

"No," he says, "not really. It's tragic. We had such a good dining scene here in Portland."

"It'll come back," I say, putting my shanks and my neck slices and my ground lamb in my back, "it's be back. Eventually."

"Eventually" he agrees.