It's dark:30 AM, and I'm awake. I woke up with bone pain -- nagging, wincey, untouchable, and unchanged by position or alignment. It doesn't matter if I lie down or stand on my head. It's just there.
This isn't how I would choose to begin an Alaskan adventure. On the other hand, there's no good time for it to happen. It wouldn't be more welcome at the beginning of the school year, or on any given work day. I'll just forge ahead, because there's every reason to believe that the forging will be worse as time progresses.
Eric is sleeping a few feet from me. He's snoring, and I must have already written about how much I like his snoring. Things could definitely be worse, and with latte they will be considerably improved.
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