DAY 527: Other than a few long ago breaks in the heavy, threatening clouds, the rain hasn't stopped. The ground is soft and saturated. A greenish spongy substance that first appeared on the north side of my body is growing and is spreading. The once upstanding blades of grass have turned dull -bent with the weight of the constant rain. Nothing is growing in the gardens or fields but the strongest most resilient, inedible weeds. The freezer is nearly empty of the little food we salvaged and preserved from last summer, which was not much of a summer at all. Bea is reconsidering her vegetarian ways, but the chickens and goats have become weak and emaciated. The cars and dogs don't even have any meat left on their bones. Otis looks at me in "that way," but I will be damned if I will be his dinner. We hear reports from outlying areas that there is a deluge off the coast that's drifting in. More rain is on the way. Roads are being cut off by the flooding. Fields are turning to marshland. I don't know how much more I can take... WELCOME TO OREGON!!!
