This evening Jennifer and I are flying to Portland. Neither of us really want to go. it breaks up our happy routines. We have to live in someone else's house. And Sunday we have to be present for a possible reconciliation between Cynthia and the parents.
And ever since lunch, I've had a vague feeling of discontent. It's that feeling that I have a bad report card that I know is coming in the mail, and now it's just waiting for the axe to fall.