10.35
Motel Modesto.
This aspirant-hotel struggled for a second consecutive day to deal with a meeting event. Breakfast service was a strained affair, one overloaded woman doing her best to keep up with what she admitted was already a bad day.
The NPU was in-house in-ceilling, as yesterday, but loud. A request for it to be turned down, from an un-appreciative customer who hails from Dorset, and the over-loaded lady disappeared. Some minutes later the overhead attack went from too much already! to nothing at all. Late arrivals at the trough included one man who seized upon the shared breakfasting area as an ideal place to cough loudly & extensively, exhibiting the work of his internal plumbing. He seems to be in the grip of Devil Bug and, in this, has my sympathy. He would have more sympathy if he had better manners & found a more appropriate place to hack constantly in the eating zone.
E-flurrying.
10.52 Packing & shortly to depart.
19.35 Bredonborough.
Farewell Motel of Vaunting Aspiration And Modest Achievement!...
… and leaving for Wilson World HQ to engage once more with the living past & continuing future-engagement of KC’s extended present moment.
Starless & Bible Black in 5.1 psychic horror. It seems to be getting to Steven, too, and this is only the beginning of the day I…
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III...
Leaving for home at 16.00 with a psyche of exceptional pickledness. WillyFred & the Minx were waiting to greet my arrival.
A call to Tom, Child Of Chaos, for his birthday. It’s not everyday that a person is seventy, after all.
A welcome gentling ahead.
Motel Modesto.
This aspirant-hotel struggled for a second consecutive day to deal with a meeting event. Breakfast service was a strained affair, one overloaded woman doing her best to keep up with what she admitted was already a bad day.
The NPU was in-house in-ceilling, as yesterday, but loud. A request for it to be turned down, from an un-appreciative customer who hails from Dorset, and the over-loaded lady disappeared. Some minutes later the overhead attack went from too much already! to nothing at all. Late arrivals at the trough included one man who seized upon the shared breakfasting area as an ideal place to cough loudly & extensively, exhibiting the work of his internal plumbing. He seems to be in the grip of Devil Bug and, in this, has my sympathy. He would have more sympathy if he had better manners & found a more appropriate place to hack constantly in the eating zone.
E-flurrying.
10.52 Packing & shortly to depart.
19.35 Bredonborough.
Farewell Motel of Vaunting Aspiration And Modest Achievement!...
… and leaving for Wilson World HQ to engage once more with the living past & continuing future-engagement of KC’s extended present moment.
Starless & Bible Black in 5.1 psychic horror. It seems to be getting to Steven, too, and this is only the beginning of the day I…
II...
III...
Leaving for home at 16.00 with a psyche of exceptional pickledness. WillyFred & the Minx were waiting to greet my arrival.
A call to Tom, Child Of Chaos, for his birthday. It’s not everyday that a person is seventy, after all.
A welcome gentling ahead.
