Flames will send the sign to the sky
that we have come to feast tonight
The lakes are echoing with our song
Lai Lai Hei
If your time machine scooped up a dragonboat-load of Vikings, they would soon be listening to Ensiferum.
I have been in a weird mood all afternoon. I think I am catching something. I'm cold, coughing, my nose is running, and I ache everywhere. I am not ready for another cold. Time to break out the Z-stuff you know the one you are supposed to take as you are catching a cold to reduce the duration of the illness
I've been listening to a very different run of music today, Opeth, Amon Armath, Duskfall, and even die Apokalyptischen Reiter. They are described as "melodic death metal" or Death metal influenced by German Thrash. I'm amazed at where German and "norweigan" music has gone.
I guess I'm feeling more German than usual of late. I have been playing chess online (gameknot) mostly against Germans and a few Brits (they are awake when I am). Maybe I have never been insomniac, just on German time?
Running the pellet stove tonight as the house is chilly. I haven't had to run it much this year, but the wind chill is so high tonight as to give us a 15° decrease. <sigh>If only I had waited to strip the walls and ceiling out of the basement</sigh>
The cold is numbing. The wind permeates my body. The warmest clothing is as nothing against this chill. It is somehow worse because I am blind. All went white then black hours ago. Was it hours? How long have I really been out here? It seems like days. I have eaten three times. Is that one day? Could it not be only a matter of hours, since I crave nourishment so ardently in this Hell of ice. Is it perhaps longer? I can't trust any of my other senses, why should my perception of time be unaffected? I've been able to keep moving through sheer force of will and the reasoned conviction that if I stop I will die. I think I have been moving in a straight line. I know I have been able to follow the line of cliffs I saw when I was still able to see. I remember that they pointed as directly as I could tell toward my old encampment. The gear there could save my life. Tents, heaters, food, radio gear, and medical equipment. I will lose my toes, of a certainty, probably my feet as well. I suspect I'll lose some or all of my fingers. I hope they are functional enough to allow me to do some first aid on myself. The forecast called for -30° temperatures and 30mph winds. That means I could be experiencing effective cold of nearly -80°. The others left before me. Perhaps they made it before the snow came. Maybe they're out looking for me. Maybe the things I stumble against are huddled bodies. There is no way for me to know. I'm not certain I'll even know the camp if I ever reach it. I hear a sound! A pounding fluttering noise! It sounds like a helicopter! No. No helicopter could fly in this. More likely an avalanche. Maybe I'll be buried. It would be quick.
Postscript: For you louts who have complained about the "extreme" length of my recent posts (which, since Christmas have not exceeded 800 words), my Lyric of the Day and Freewriting will hencefoward be cut. I refuse to cut the entirety of my entries, however. What would be the point of posting at all? If you don't like having my journal "mess up" your friend's page unfriend me.