I stumble; my mind unhorsed. Trampled underfoot the last 24, besieged from all sides, home and work:(
Today, about a third of the crew left. They're taking a slow boat to shore. Tomorrow, I chopper off. Everyone who works for me has left. I'm sitting here totally alone. It's kind of strange and depressing. Not to mention I have a shit-load of work to do and nobody to delegate to:(
A kingdom of one and a very ragged one, at that.
Bright side is that in about 24 hours I will cruising over the African plains in a chopper, heading for the nearest watering hole. Those water buffalo better get the fuck out of my way when I belly up to the bar.
Picked up another 25 GB of music, Mr. Bud. Not to mention a few flicks.
This morning I ate two tablespoons of instant coffee, right out of the jar. Breakfast of champions.