Well, inactivity would kill me more surely than sleet and freezing rain, so I started moving. I always move in the rain, it seems–no reason this should be any different.

I tell myself that I’m a woman out on her own for the first time (embarassing to be nearly thirty and in that condition!) and I’m gonna move like a ninja. Quick. Efficient. Travelling light, with a coupla swords and a lot of tea.

Travelling light.


Which doubtless explains why my first load over included a stuffed wombat and a duck decoy.

Some ninja I am…

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