It's a mystery.

How do you send an egg on a voyage down a river, or over the edge of a cliff, without it breaking? These are just 2 of the questions we'll be asking the 25 unfortunate teens whom we shall have captive in a nearby wood tomorrow evening. There will be compasses, and logic-questions, and mud. Lots of mud.

I hope we don't disturb the nearby campers.

Bwahahahahaa.

In Too Deep.

I feel like I'm drowning in a callous sea of green. Oh, there are starfish in the water, who kindly push me to the surface, where the sun shines, and the albatross glide contentedly upon the softened air, but then the rubber grip of silken weeds takes hold, and back down I go, with hardly any air at all. I love the sea, with all my heart. It's beautiful, no matter what its mood, and I wouldn't be without it. but it hurts like hell.

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Things are weird right now. On the face of it, things are sorting themselves out, as things generally do, one way or another. But somehow, when I stop examining this fact, it slips out of sight, replaced by the knowledge that I am in fact, in too deep.

One, small sliver of an example, is the progress made today for Snehalaya. I received an email from The Boss, agreeing to the basic idea that all parties involved need a functioning training and support scheme. And though I know what's needed, and it got me all excited and relieved for a while, now I'm not so sure I want the responsibility, not sure I'm the right person to be developing it. I don't know how or where to start. I'm sinking beneath it, because I can't remember how to swim.