So I'm off until tomorrow sometime, on a lovely little jaunt out to the depths of hell. Which is to say, a friend's cottage, on the outskirts of Sharbot Lake
You must understand, I fear and loathe the outdoors with a passion. There are bugs. There's dirt. There's...well, mostly the bugs are what bother me. Spiders, especially.
I was convinced to go under great duress
, plus the implication I'd have a chance to cook a nice hearty stew. (Long story.) I plan to hide inside as much as possible, until and unless it can be proven to me that any boats, docks, chairs, or architecture outside are entirely free of cobwebs.