If it’s Wednesday, we must be going to drive somewhere. Pretty sure it’s east. Straight east. Going to try to get out of Portland so that tomorrow we can just push desperately across and try not to think about anything. I’ve filled dozens and dozens and dozens of ziplock bags full of food, and my very kind uncle has cleaned my car, much to my total humiliation and shame, but also gratitude. Drug the children into Multnomah Village to prove... Read more