Nothing terribly exciting to get the old juice of excitement flowing. Nevertheless, I shall post something anyway, to keep up the momentum of this trip and force myself to be disciplined.
Last night Barry and I were truly comatose. And I mean dead to the world. I was practically delirious with fatigue. Never before in my life had I gone fifty-one hours with such a small amount of sleep—two and a half hours. When I laid on the bed, I was out almost immediately. I remember burbling a little joke asking Barry if he’s ever been so exhausted that he had to rally to die. Continue reading