March 2, 2008
The day has passed into mid afternoon by the time I wake up cold and wet. I wonder I am not dead from exposure, and I am glad I decided to keep my clothes on, as wet as they are. As I sit up, I am aware of the wind against my wet back, and I want to lie back down, but I am cold all over, cold through and through, and stiff. It may be that today is not a good day to venture inside my metaphoric brain. I should go home and warm up and try again tomorrow.