The cold I caught over vacation is demonic.
It has morphed into both a sinus infection and an ear infection. A few days ago, my left eardrum burst from the pressure building up inside it. I'm on antibiotics now, which I dislike intensely, and which reminds me that Gurdjieff once called penicillin "poison to the psyche of man".
L is now beginning to show early symptoms of the same cold.
Demonic.
We left Nantucket and returned to Marshfield.
We went for a walk the following morning after breakfast.
We returned to the suite and got ready for dinner:
After organizing the suite, we went for a walk...
to the beach:
This is L, explaining how inappropriately she's dressed for the beach:
Our arrival on the island was auspiciously harbinged by an ominous albatross angry seagull.
We picked up our rental car and checked into our suite.
The suite:
On my birthday we breakfasted and packed and rushed to the Steamship Authority in Hyannis where we made our ferry five minutes before it set out and were the last to board.
On the hour-long ferry ride, I tried my best to keep out of the way of everyone who isn't yet forty-one -- all those people busy doing things, and still somehow believing that it might all amount to something in the end.
