Thursday, April 5, 2012

Friday last, a spot of blood, and a trade


Day 10
     Ah, to have enough leisure time to attend to my writings; it is simply divine.  There is altogether so much to record that it will be difficult to accurately recall all of the details.  I must pay more attention to this endeavor.  Where to begin ….

     Ah, yes, Friday last.  After exhuming my wardrobe, intent on dawning an outfit suitable for the manual labor I have set out for myself, I found my old collegiate laboratory attire and a cache of those old miniature cigars I used to get so much pleasure from.  It was tucked away deep in the back of the crate, wrapped around my old walking cane.