ah the southern wilds of maine…home to all the wonders of civilization in the midst of the rural backwoods so thick you can almost see it choking the local populace.
6 hours left in the trip, with luck, which appears to be in short supply t the moment. I went to bed with a migraine last night – a condition further aggrivated by this morning’s lobster pickup for tomorrow’s 2pm shchinndigg.
despite my annual efforts to overcome my allergy to the once loved shellfish, it seems that mere proximity is enough to trigger its effects these days – or perhaps that is just an effect of the migraine.
either way, I have no intention of pushing my luck.
more updates later, when I am not thumbtyping, and have gotten some time with chellez, who I have missed muy mucho.