I'm so annoyed that I'm entertaining myself with mindless matching games I haven't played in almost two years. I did a few things I was supposed to, but when I waste time, I do it well.
Marie and I are reading a book out loud. Well, since my voice is weird, she's been doing the reading. Reading is at least more edifying than matching games. A Pearl in the Storm is written by a woman who rowed solo across the Atlantic in 1998. At least her experiences make my "epic" feel positively tame.
My other chief activity is drinking hot tea laced with honey and lemon. Yuk. But I can't take a lot of the decongestant medications, and I'm not willing to experiment with ones I haven't tried in case they cause similar reactions. So we are going old school.
This lack of progress on the trail is an issue only because it's going to mess up the schedules of a number of people who have tentatively agreed to help me farther along. I have the time to take as long as is needed to finish hiking the trail. But I can't keep jerking the chains of my helpers. The logistics of this project are a killer.
Plans, as of now, are to do a limited hike tomorrow. Warmer, dryer, and mostly less wind expected.
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