MY LATEST NEWSLETTER on Substack about running and a goblin…

When I woke up about 13 weeks ago, it was clear that a goblin had snuck into my bed while I slept and drilled a spike into my knee. How do I know this? Because my knee felt like it had been crushed. It had to be a goblin. They do this type of thing.

The day before Innocent Husband and I had driven to downtown Portland, Oregon – not Portland, Maine. He trudged his handsome-self down to work in his office, a boring and mind-numbing time, and I skipped down to the waterfront for a run along the Willamette River, wishing my buttocks would quit growing.

Part of the reason I went for a run is because The Pathological One said that Portland was “war ravaged,” and “burning.”

Surprise: NO WARS. Nothing was burning.

It was a pleasant and calm day in Portland with people participating in the usual. For example, I saw a woman wearing butterfly wings while biking. People laughed on jet skis and drank apple juice on boats, while others skateboarded while singing. This is typical Portland. Bring your rainbow hair, your tutu, and your dogs in strollers and you’ll fit right in.

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