PDX Diary: Day 10.

A time to chill (in the heat), a time to work, trying to understand the new normal and The Dog Who Ruled the World (or thought he did). Also: tacos and day drinking.

Aug. 29 — Sept. 1.

I felt like much of this time was a blur. I didn’t do much on that first full day in Portland with my son, Finn, who is trying to make the most of his leftover summer before heading back to UW for his sophomore year.

I should say that “making the most of it” is, for him — and I’m not judging — sleeping in really late, chilling after th…