BACK TO THE LAND OF THE LIVING!

Well, I GUESS I am back...

I am not sure where I have been for the last six months.

About a week ago, I awoke to the sensation of something warm on my cheek, and realized it was Charley licking me. I sat up and looked around the cabin, and I noticed many spent matches around the floor, several dozen empty Southern Comfort bottles, dried Kerguelen Cabbage everywhere, and my cabbage pipe in my hand. Poor Charley looked as if he hadn't been eating well... I could see his ribs practically sticking out through his fur. Worst of all, there was so much dog urine and feces in the cabin I thought I would pass out from the stench.

Apparently I had eaten occasionally during the past half year, and I had fed Charley from time to time. It didn't appear as if I had changed my clothes, though... phew...

I stood on my old scale, frightened to see I had lost 30 pounds. A look in the mirror revealed nothing different about me, just that I was much thinner.

If six months had passed by in a alcohol- and hallucinogen-fueled daze, that would mean it would now be the middle of summer. Desperate for fresh air, I began a daily ritual of standing naked in the unrelenting wind, hoping the wind would blow away my stink. I had forgotten how cold it still is here in Kerguelen during summer, and the wind made it all the colder. As for the house, I had to leave all doors and windows open, with a couple of bottles of stuff akin to Pine Sol open wide to mask the wretched scent.

It looks like I am just about out of food, so this means I'll have to do some work on the boat to get it ready for a trip across the bay to town, for supplies.

I had some pretty strange dreams while I was elsewhere. At least I THINK they were dreams... Maybe at some point I'll remember enough to blog about them for you. Thanks for being patient during my time away. Despite our current condition, Charley and I are very glad to be back.