Hanoi

I sat outdoors for over a hour on hold last night, smoking a Punch, and pondering the queue for customer service. I came inside after becoming quite cold and was browsing my Oxford Illustrated when my wife asked if it would be prudent to try as well with those elusive bastards at ATT. She called and seven minutes later had related the issued about the lowered line outside our house. I felt stupid and hung up.

This a.m. I awoke feeling rather congested. I spent the a.m. outdoors reading and have reached p. 200 of the book. If for nothing else, the book is fantastic in its use of names like Machiakali, that addendum of intrigue and destruction