He worked a twenty-four hour shift and traveled to all portions of the globe. That’s after a smaller run earlier in the month for Northern Europe. Not bad for an old man.
I see him now. Returning to his home base, getting the animals into shelter and provided with food and water. Then he stumbles into his house and collapses on the bed.
“Let him sleep.” The other residents go about their daily routine, aware that no harm will come if he “sleeps the clock around”.
Finally he rouses. Tidies himself and even holds a rational conversation with those around him. Then, feeling refreshed he goes outside to enjoy the brief glimpse of sun offered beyond the arctic circle.
hot chocolate? coffee? hot buttered rum??????
