Tuesday, June 03, 2003

Day 281 – latitude and longitude unknown.  I awake before dawn after another night wracked by this mysterious illness.  I gird myself for the day’s battle, but I have little hope that I shall survive this skirmish, this “Infrastructure Meeting,” so called.  There will be others of course, other public discourses and private working sessions, but in this dim light of a new day, it seems unlikely that I shall survive to participate.  And so, hacking into my hand, fearful to awake my bosun mate, I slip out of our cozy cabin like a shadow, prepared to meet my maker.  Before I go above deck, I pack a bit of Roti de Porc aux Choux – Casserole-roasted Pork with Cabbage – to eat for a midday meal, should I make it so long.  Memories of last night’s repast, of juicy roast pork, cabbage cooked down in its juices, boiled potatoes coated in Sauce Alsacienne, bring me comfort.   5:38:37 AM    comment []