“Every few minutes I would reflexively check to see if my gas mask was still in place and, more importantly, if the holster still contained the self-injectable 10-mg canister of diazepam that had been given to me in Kuwait. The diazepam was to give me a happy death in the event of an Iraqi chemical attack… what they wanted more than anything else in the world was exactly what I was trying to avoid: a fight.”
War Reporting for Cowards: Between Iraq and a Hard Place by Chris Ayres
It feels like it’s been a long time since I wrote a blog post. Somehow the past week stretches out long and fuzzy.
My memory of the details is a nightmarish blur: work, church, Christmas bags, writing, wind, rain, bombs, shooting, news, Paris, websites, vessels, Spectre, Doctor Who, Downton Abbey, gym, restless sleep, hospital appointments, emails, study, French homework and general life.
Tonight is our office Christmas party. Continue reading Hibernation fever setting in: short dark days, comfort food and blobbiness
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