Buzz buzz buzz.

Back o' my head there's a spark won't go out. Even with time off the battery and brain haven't been given a chance to energize and my lungs are running opn paint fumes. That can't be good since the last time I was breathing paint I ended up doubled-over post-spinal tap in a hospital and sicker than when I entered. At least there's no fever in mind or body even though my soul feels like it's burning up. Someone hand me an iced lemonade right now right this second or at least an ice cube or two to suck on. Ice cube? Ice chips. Ice chips? Chips ahoy. Chips ahoy? Ahoy matey...Land ho!

The dock is in sight. We just have to keep rowing with the faith that we'll get there before the squall does.

I think we'll make it.