As a result of devouring much of the Temeraire series in one continuous swoop (I'm about a hundred pages from the end of Black Powder War) my subconscious treated me to a series of dreams last night featuring dragons and the Air Corps Reserve, which I am suddenly a member of. And then there were these strange buildings on plateaus and exams one had to pass. I kept waking up in anxiety and needing to remind myself that dragons were not real, there were no exams, and I needed to go back to sleep because I had an 8:30 wake-up time.
Shortly we'll be headed off to fair Boston, driving all the way. It should take us ten hours or so. I am not looking forward to this trip, less so for the night's tossing and turnings having hurt my back.
Ah well, such is life. I'll metaphorically see you all in Boston.
Shortly we'll be headed off to fair Boston, driving all the way. It should take us ten hours or so. I am not looking forward to this trip, less so for the night's tossing and turnings having hurt my back.
Ah well, such is life. I'll metaphorically see you all in Boston.