And I walked.
A four-mile walk, but that was more manageable than what would've been a 10-mile walk from the house where I live.
Yes, I was willing to walk that walk. Took about an hour and 15 minutes, from a little after 3:30 to 4:45. I was careful around traffic.
If I'd gotten called back for Wednesday work, and it had been an early call again, I had a different plan for getting there. I would've come home, showered, gotten some sleep, awakened late at night, ride late buses to North Portland, and stage myself at the 24-hour Heavenly Donuts on N. Lombard, drinking coffee and eating doughnuts and reading until it was time to walk up to the track. Which is a mile-and-a-half walk.
In many case, walking works. Eventually. (I kind of like knowing that if absolute push came to absolute shove and for some reason I needed to get from Portland to my parents' Dundee home, it's 30 miles, a doable one-day walk. But I'd most likely have to do that if civilization collapsed, which I hope it doesn't...)
