Hazy horizons

Wow, it seems to be going pretty quick, this trip! (Oh no! Please let the Seismic Gods not hear that! :S) (Yes, there is such a thing, and even those who do not believe in God(s), or any other form of conventional supernatural interventionist entity, believe in the Seismic Gods. They are scary and are always listening in case you do something stupid. Like mention in passing that the trip has been going by pretty quick :|. The consequences can be trying, at the very least.)

Anyway, enough of that. I did finish with The Girl Who Played with Fire, and now I'm in serious pain. I mean, come on!!! How can you do that?! Leave it hanging like that?! Point being that my copy of The Girl who Kicked the Hornet's Nest is sitting in my book shelf at home :|. On top of that, Juliet, Naked is proving to be a pretty difficult switch of gears. Should I nip into Turbulence instead? Hmm, that's a thought.

By the looks of it, we're about half way through with the Arabian campaign, so to speak. But since that means another couple of trips, and with absolutely no clue as to where we might be headed next, that doesn't really mean much by way of anything. Except that we have a good chance of exiting the Red Sea sometime in the middle of summer. I keep hoping one of these days I'll make it through the Suez. On a boat. Maybe it'll happen. One can always hope.

In the mean time, here we are, with this super awful weather to keep us company, close to the tip of Sinai, where the Gulf of Suez and the Gulf of Aqaba empty into the Red Sea. (End of geography lesson.)

Currently: agonizing over possible consequences of a .22 in the head
Listening to: Vetiver - You may be blue