Yesterday was a nonstop marathon to end a week that began with me being triggered by almost being assaulted, and began as a fairly normal morning, except for being the fourth in a row with the noise of apartment renovations upstairs in the front house, leading into a truncated therapy session, then nearly an hour of socializing with my medical transport driver all the way across the Portland metropolitan area from St. Johns to Clackamas, who upon seeing my Red Sox cap said we might have a pro...
