I found a staff - well, a walking stick - and sharpened it today. I've heard things go bump in the night that weren't animals that I want to have something to defend myself.

I never took woodworking in high school, but I do have some idea what tools to use. I think the owner of the store a nabbed the staff from is dead, and I feel sad taking the walking stick and stealing the tools I need to give it a fine point.

I also picked up another t-shirt today, so I'd remember what I'd done.

I'd love to make Boston - hopefully, I'll make it there before August and the place won't be too hot, or underwater. I want Boston not to be underwater period. I remember the trip I took in April of 2001, touring around Boston, and I don't want to see all that history go away.

Ahem. Babbling a lot today, apparently.

I also picked up some food. I thought about looking up how to hotwire a car, but the bicycle doesn't need gas. Than goodness. I'd have liked more space to haul food and other supplies, but best to stick with the trailer. Evidently, at least for a little while, I'll have some cookables - I stopped at a McDonald's and actually cooked myself a hamburger a day or two back.

I feel like I'm in Oregon Trail, except for no wagon, no oxen, and nobody. Nobody but corpses. I wonder if anybody's alive in Boston?