I’m sleeping more. Working the past six years, I woke at 7:30 regardless of the day in a fit. Hurry, hurry to race out the door and into the threatening traffic. Now that I can pick what I want to do, I pick sleep. My month with my parents may culminate with an epic sleep, a return to previous motherly gestation, or oncoming death.
Greg flies away from me and Seattle this afternoon. I stay on in Seattle one more night with our excellent hosts so I can drive out fresh and early Tuesday. I will soon be bereft of my companion and alone on the road. I fear loneliness and break downs, automotive and psychic. AAA doesn’t handle the later well.
I thought that for these cities of Portland and Seattle, I would want to chase the sites. However, I have been to both cities several times and know I will come back soon enough, perhaps even to live. The most epic of adventures in the northwest have been walks or cooking.