I’m trying to think (which I know is difficult) whether I’ve been out today.
And actually, I have. Twice. Once to Caliburn to fetch some cheese for lunch and again to forget a bag of trail mix that I had forgotten.
And that’s my lot.
Last night It took me ages to drop off to sleep and I don’t know why, because I was fairly tired. But once I was asleep I stayed asleep and didn’t move at all until the alarm went off.
I’d been on my travels too during the night – off to Labrador where I’d been fishing and generally living off the land, and looking after a couple of young boys although I don’t know why that was either.
It was something of a struggle to wake up this morning and although I was alone in the breakfast room, someone had already been and gone by the looks of things.
Back upstairs, I tidied up all of my notes for the Paradise River in Labrador that we visited in September 2014 and then came down here for the comfortable settee where I attacked the web page that I’m writing about it, seeing that the internet has been behaving itself (but not so the noxious brat).
We’re up to a mere 4,157 words – a meagre 38 kilobytes of data (that’s without the embedded files) and it’s not possible to shorten it either and keep the story of the tragedy of the settlement that nature and Joey Smallwood managed to see off.
But it will be on line soon, and you’ll get to read it in all its gory … "and you don’t mean “glory” either" – ed … detail.
So now I’m off to have a shower, make my evening butty and then go for an early night. I have an early start and a long way to drive tomorrow. So I need all the sleep that I can get.
