7 am - 25 hours Left
Last night, as one of the commentators noted, was a cold night dropping down into the 50’s. While in the past that wouldn’t be an issue, I had a nice coat of insulation, the sleeping bag that doesn’t zipper made me constantly battle between making the ground tolerable or being cold. I miss my pudge already.
By the way, the ground I’m on is one of the worst sleeping surfaces I’ve ever been on. Even worse than couch beds which have that lovely bar that goes right into your lower back. It only took me 7 days, but I finally realized that tree roots criss cross the grass where my tent is. My neck is so stiff I can barely turn it, limiting my peripheral vision, meaning I have to turn my whole body to look left and right.
In addition, my hands smell like a combination of conch, killies and mussels. With them in my face all night its like something out of my worst food nightmare.
Naturally I haven’t been sleeping well.
Last night I woke up in the middle of a dream, a particularly strange one. Have you ever seen Super Troopers? If not you’re missing out. There is one character in particular, Farva, who made an appearance in a dream last night. Here’s my favorite Farva segment.
In the dream, he told of his first instance of getting to where he is today (chubby and bitter). A young Farva was at a friend’s BBQ and decided that he liked the sausages so much he was going to take two home with him. When he got back however he didn’t want his father to see them, so the fridge was out. He improvised by cutting a small hole in a couch cushion and placing them in there. Later on he went back and noshed away.
There’s nothing symbolic in that dream. Nope, nothing at all.
I now dread the night.