No, the keys have not yet turned up. So I walked to the Holiday Inn where the meeting is taking place. It only took about 45 minutes, so it obviously is not as far as I thought.
The meeting itself is excellent: a three day training course on both minimal Traumatic Brain Injury and PTSD.
As a result of arriving early, I was able to finish the leg on the Wyvern and only have the cuff left. It would be nicer if this was the second sock, but no dice.
There is no getting around that Christopher Moore just has a different sort of mind; adding Whaleyboys, Orca’s and Blues to the Humpbacks and whale scientists. Another of his strange – “what the heck genre is this, anyway?” The secondary cast of evil characters makes good use of various sterotypes. Fluke is the name.
And after the battery ran out on the MP3 player, I started McNally’s Bluff on tape for the way home. I still find that Archie McNally has some personal habits that could be best cured by use of a dull knife…..but – have you ever been to Palm Beach (or other spots populated by the monied with no brain?)
(remember, there is still spinning fiber looking for a home, postage only. pass the word)