More Dammitness

Not that this matters, really, since I don't get a signal out here anyway, but in all the moving around from hotel and back, I seem to have lost my cell phone. (Possibly it was stolen. I haven't been Argus-eyed about my belongings.) Also, there's been a huge weird drop in the money in my bank account. Very nervous-making. I'd call to find out what's up, but...no phone.

So it looks like I'll be traveling 22 minutes south to Kingston, where the nearest Chase bank is, and then I'll be driving 90 minutes north from there to Albany, which is where the nearest T-Mobile is, and then I'll be driving 60 minutes south back to Red Hook where I know the grocery store and wi-fi locations. If anyone knows a better way of doing this, just call me at--oh, right.

HOW YOU CAN HELP: If you're reading this, and you actually know me, drop me a quick line at wordboydave@gmail.com, so I can have your phone number handy to enter once I have my new phone.

Gee, what a pain this day has turned out to be. Good thing the writing, at least, is going swimmingly. Something about the Black Swan over in Tivoli (another 25-minute drive) is really inspiring, to the tune of 3000 words every time I sit down.

LATER: I thought I was crazy when I checked out an audiobook as long as Anna Karenina to listen to in the car. Today I merely seem prescient.