the calm before the storm
An uneasy calm prevails over the situation. The air is still and heavy, the birds are silent. There is a palpable feel of impending doom in the atmosphere.
The spreadsheet tells me there are still 5.37 days, 128.8 hours, 7728.49 minutes and 463709 seconds to impact.
The fear is back. The full horror of the precursors slowly slithered back into my consciousness. The plan is still the same. The urgency is still the same. The quest is still the same. The circumstances appear to not be as bad as my worst fears had painted. But there is every chance of there being things I never even anticipated. And I might very well be on a dragon slaying mission equipped with a pitiful club and battered shield.
Still - things have started to happen. The flight ticket, I had been assured would be a piece of cake. Yesterday there was a big doubt cast over getting the waitlisted ticket confirmed - it seems British Airways are facing problems with their weekend flights. Almost certain suddenly changed to almost impossible. Help came unlooked for from another carrier - the waitlisted ticket there is now confirmed. I shall reach 4-5 hours later than I imagined, but it'll still be better than reaching 4-5 days later.
The visa is still a niggling worry at the moment. I should have had it on Wednesday. I am expecting it definitely in hand today. Otherwise it makes nonsense of everything else.
Even once all these prerequisites are fulfilled, the heart's still weighed down by the approaching storm. There's hope, there's courage, there's unending determination. But there's still the chance of total decimation. Will it be thrust upon my shield? Will it pierce my armour? Time will tell. About 5.35 days worth of time.
The spreadsheet tells me there are still 5.37 days, 128.8 hours, 7728.49 minutes and 463709 seconds to impact.
The fear is back. The full horror of the precursors slowly slithered back into my consciousness. The plan is still the same. The urgency is still the same. The quest is still the same. The circumstances appear to not be as bad as my worst fears had painted. But there is every chance of there being things I never even anticipated. And I might very well be on a dragon slaying mission equipped with a pitiful club and battered shield.
Still - things have started to happen. The flight ticket, I had been assured would be a piece of cake. Yesterday there was a big doubt cast over getting the waitlisted ticket confirmed - it seems British Airways are facing problems with their weekend flights. Almost certain suddenly changed to almost impossible. Help came unlooked for from another carrier - the waitlisted ticket there is now confirmed. I shall reach 4-5 hours later than I imagined, but it'll still be better than reaching 4-5 days later.
The visa is still a niggling worry at the moment. I should have had it on Wednesday. I am expecting it definitely in hand today. Otherwise it makes nonsense of everything else.
Even once all these prerequisites are fulfilled, the heart's still weighed down by the approaching storm. There's hope, there's courage, there's unending determination. But there's still the chance of total decimation. Will it be thrust upon my shield? Will it pierce my armour? Time will tell. About 5.35 days worth of time.
posted by the grim sleeper at 8:06 PM
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