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I thought I'd return to the rain story and finish it. 1.7K words later I am no closer to ending it. Though the storm is ending. I'm tempted to end it when the storm ends, with the crew switching to cleanup operations andd making some observation aboutn the state of the world.
On the other hand, news from Nairobi is that my stepmother is doing okay, though she still can't talk properly. She's reading and walking, though one leg doesn't work right. Reading the missives sent before the stroke is very eerie -- she was overworked and had a runin with the Tanzanian police over a misunderstanding about an innocent delivery of a manuscript, and when you know what was about to happen it looks inevitable.
On still other fronts I am about to put a slightly larger batch of fruitcake into the oven.
On the other hand, news from Nairobi is that my stepmother is doing okay, though she still can't talk properly. She's reading and walking, though one leg doesn't work right. Reading the missives sent before the stroke is very eerie -- she was overworked and had a runin with the Tanzanian police over a misunderstanding about an innocent delivery of a manuscript, and when you know what was about to happen it looks inevitable.
On still other fronts I am about to put a slightly larger batch of fruitcake into the oven.