Before that, on Saturday, I did my monthly reasonably-deep cleaning of a room in the house (either the kitchen or the main bathroom, depending on the month; this month it's the bathroom), and treated myself afterwards at Big-Ass Sandwiches. Because Brian and Lisa are longtime metal fans, their special until today was "No Voices In the Sky," to pay tribute to Motörhead's late Lemmy Kilmeister. Their sandwich: smoked pork chop and Gouda cheese, homemade Jack Daniels whiskey sauce, and grilled onions, with fries either in the sandwich (as I had it) or on the side. I also got to visit both Lisa and Brian, who were both at the shop. It had been a while since I'd seen them.
After that, I was in a mood to wander, but in warmth since it was getting colder out, so I walked the few blocks from Big-Ass Sandwiches to the 60th Ave./North Mount Tabor MAX station. I'd decided to take whichever eastbound train showed up first and ride it for a bit. Had it been the Green Line, I'd've ridden back to near my neighborhood; had it been the Blue, I'd've gone some of the way towards or all the way to Gresham. Since it was the Red, I went to the airport. I visit airports sometimes just to visit them; been doing that since I lived near Dulles Airport near D.C., and PDX is a comforting airport to visit. I sat and read, because no, I wasn't going to take an impromptu flight...but hey, now that sounds kind of fun...