374 Miles Later

I played hookey from grad school today. I got up early, washed my hair and got dressed, got in my car and drove to Portland, OR. For no reason. In fact, I didn't do anything when I got there. I tooled around and wound up in Beaverton. Didn't even stop for lunch. I just filled up the gas tank (well, had the gas station attendant fill it up - you aren't allowed to pump your own gas in Oregon...quaint), turned around and drove back to Seattle.

And I feel better. Something about the rhythm of the tires on the road and the changing scenery out front changes your perspective. I hope it lasts.