Chapter 6: Wrist Envy

Got a terrific pain in the wrist this PM. Looking at all the young, sturdy, unscarred wrists here at the local Starbucks, freely writing hard with pencils and pens. Must. Get. Better. Body. Yeesh, looks like I’m channeling Star. Trek. Now.

Hey, assimilation sucks. But speaking of channels, it’s time to get RW back in tune with his real pursuers, and not these trivial little Interpol folks. Well, maybe first one, then the other. Nah, subterfuge is better.

Today was national procrastination day somewhere, apparently. Only up to 7,777 words, and SO & I escaped post-election (and NaNoWriMo) by going to see Ray. Jeez, what is it with wrists today!

Wasted a lot of the evening plotting the route of the freighter, even though poor fuzzy bunny won't ever get to stop #3, let alone the whole way across. It was a good exercise, though. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to count the number of days on the long leg across the Pacific. Did you know it's 8.08 days from San Fransisco to Anadyr at 20 knots? Good to know, I guess.