You'll be happy to know that I got Drew out of his sick bed today and drove him to the nearest gas station to fill my tank.
A good call, because my gas tank was dry. Too dry to make it to Oregon. I would have been one of those losers on the side of the 5, hoofing it to the nearest gas station. Of course, filling my tank would be less scary after a fiasco like that. Or more scary.
Hard to say.
Anyway, you can continue with your regularly scheduled anxieties in progress.