I’m afraid I dropped a day there. It was a harrowing one. If ever there were a day worth dropping, that would be it. After the indignity of being pressed into that cargo container out a a perfectly snunny nap. The poking and prodding of a strange womean kneeding my stomach and throat and that injection. Whatever brought all that on? The hair between my toepads are dampening again just at the memory. I think I’ll go lie down.