It's about 10 pm, and the night is cool, but not chilly. It was a beautiful portland day, and I am happy to be here.
The moon is more than half full, and my old, crippled dog is resting his chin on my leg. We are happy in each other's presence.
I have a radio show to do tomorrow morning, and karen is upstairs, beginning her final packing.
I can check in for the madrid flight when I get up.
Zacky nudges my elbow. I rub his tummy.
It's all so peaceful - so normal.