Drainage

As Sophie prepared to return to hibernation, she took stock. She walked the short interior of the quarter-torus. Less than twenty paces end-to-end. The black walls, the dim LED pods, the slabs of her crewmates.

Back home, while Claire goes off RNLI training.

I excavate the track’s drain, which was under several feet of mud. Several wheelbarrows later, I have a clear drain pipe, ready for the deluge.

I fiddle with my bike, assemble the vivarium, and try one more time to give the insurance company the information they need to approve the claim for all the things that Megan lost in Holland in the summer.