Day 14

We've been homeless and wandering for two weeks now. My clothes are wrinkled and my diet is unusually atrocious. And I'm worried.

Today Zim seems to be fine. He's driving, and maneuvering smoothly through the upgrades, slopes, hills and turns of eastern Oregon between Joseph and Pendleton. But I know he's not okay. I know something has flipped a switch and I'm too afraid to even approach him about it. I'm just hoping he can smother it. Happiness is a choice, right? What about sanity? If we concentrate enough, will it all be okay?

 

We came on the road looking for new things, and to leave the old behind. So far we've encountered weird zombie bathroom guy, a dead child in Salina, hostage situations in Colorado, and the merest echoes of a haunted hotel. It could give anyone nightmares. I've had a few. I enjoy them. But Zim is taking them way too seriously.

The drive to Pendleton is pretty short - and goody for that, because I want to keep an eye on Zim for a while before making another 12 hour drive. We'll stay tonight with some family there before heading to Seattle.

This doesn't feel like a grand adventure today.

This is not a beautiful painting.