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A curious thing happened to me last night. I sat down on the couch in the little study adjacent to my room in the mansion at 99 Main, where I have yet to turn on the TV and probably won't, opened up my laptop, downloaded my photos from the day and then started to make a quick pass through them to get a feel for what I got.
Then I planned to do a quick edit, pick out a number of images and make a post.
When I was a little more than half-way through the take, I blinked. To my surprise, the final image of the day was now on the screen.
I realized that I had not blinked at all, but had briefly fallen asleep with my finger resting upon the forward arrow key.
So I backed up to where I had been when I had dozed off, then returned my finger to the advance arrow key and started clicking my way through again. Then I blinked again and, yes, the same thing happened.
The problem is, I think, that not only did I leave home after a night of almost no sleep, but since I arrived, I have been going to bed on Alaska time and waking up on East Coast time.
I decided my body was trying to tell me something, so I called Margie and then went to bed. It was just a bit after 11:30 East Coast time. Of course, it still took me some time to go to sleep and then I woke up wide awake at 2:30 AM.
I knew I needed more sleep than that, so I forced my eyes closed and kept them that way until I dozed off again. I woke up periodically throughout the night until 7:30 AM, when I awoke from a dream that I was on the ice off Wainwright with Jason Ahmaogak and Iceberg 14.
I got up and went to Fog Island for breakfast, where Sashana poured me a cup of coffee.
So I am way behind on my pictures and in just minutes, Tony is going to pick me up and give me a tour of the island and show me the Yankee whaler scrimshaw.
A big rain is forecast. Maybe tonight, I can somewhat catch up on my blog.
This is Kim of Vermont, a graduate student in education who works at the museum and lives elsewhere in this mansion at 99 Main where I am staying. Please don't picture a huge, gigantic mansion such as one you might find in an Alfred Hitchcock movie. As mansions go, it is modest, but is a mansion none the less.
Kim's parents lived in Fairbanks and Delta Junction for brief time during the pipeline construction days and liked it well enough to consider settling, but Vermont was too much in their blood, so they returned and that is where they raised Kim.
Kim joined me for the first part of my Fog Island breakfast, but I must leave this computer now and go touring with Tony, so that's it for now.