2:30 PM. Got back home after a 200 miles drive from 7 feathers (Creekside Hotel) and a stop at Walmart to pick my insulin and some food. Many things happened on the road, maybe later. Curiously, i found a visitor spot for the truck which was here at F5, our only spot, on a Sunday.

Inside what i thought it was a strong mold smell which could have been a weird smoke, similar to the one in the parking lot at the hotel when we left or at Walmart. Smell was strongest at the door, suggesting was coming maybe from the moles' breathing ridge under the deck?

Took the baggage inside, picked the numerous poops at the door, plugged the mole ridge hole, picked the mail, watered the plants and started to plug everything back in. While i was plugging the router in the bedroom, the neighbors where making a rhythmic sound. First engram of the day?

2:42 Let me make myself clear. I don't care what they're doing as long as people don't believe they're interacting with me (or wake me up at night or play bass too loud).

From the road. I took pictures of vehicles that interacted with me in uncomfortable ways. Today they weren't so many huge trucks but a few and they did it in more subtle ways. Of all, most dangerous situation, a back Mercedes SUV who was coming from behind too fast in an area of much fog, drizzle and darkness (and i did not have the lights on) and i had to pull on the other lane (which i had room).

In that place with three lanes, right ending, where i was once squeezed between a big black SUV and a Prius driven by a suicidal old man i found myself squeezed between a semi of which lanes was ending and a number of cars coming on the left way too close to one another to evade but had time to slow down.

How many times after Eugene the traffic stopped for no apparent reason, after being distracted from behind?

3:05 Again feeling fresh poop smell. I'm home.