The boat's stowed, the paddles hung, so to speak.

Too dry.

The project's complete, two months of canoeing gone with the SEND.

I don't know what to do with myself.

Using my $25 Xmas gift certificate from Amazon.com to buy Bedford, finally. It's been years.

YEARS

I ran down to deadlines and Xmas, warding them off with coffee the whole way. Now a cold has come and swelled under my eyes and in my ears, damnit. So, my head hurts and nose stings.

Tall glasses of hot water are the penitence, runner you.

Moisture.

Moby Play plays on the TV. The videos seem to be arranged in order from worst to best. Overall, too short.

I'd go out drinking, cavorting, or watch a movie what-have-you(?), but it's late, I'm exhausted, and now I'm sick, apparently. The celebration is sitting still.

Besides, maybe Portland tomorrow, to clear the cash.