THE BLOOD COUNTS CONTINUE TO DROP, , LOWER AND LOWER . MY LITTLE SUBMARINE IS DEEP UNDER NOW , IT IS VERY BLACK, VERY COLD , AND I SKIRT ALONG THE EDGE OF MAXIMUM DEPTH. I HEAR LITTLE CREAKING SOUNDS BUT THERE ARE NO LEAKS. WHALES CRUISE BY A HALF MILE OVERHEAD.
IT MAY BE SUNNY, IT MAY BE CLOUDY, IT MAY BE SNOWING , I AM TOO DEEP IN THE OCEAN TO KNOW ANY DIFFERENCE . I KNOW THE OTHER SIDE IS AHEAD. I CANNOT SEE ANY LIGHT FROM THERE YET BUT IT WILL COME .
ONE OF THE CHALLENGES OF STAMPEDE CENTRAL IS UPON ME . THEY ARE A RESEARCH HOSPITAL SO EVERY 30 DAYS ABOUT HALF YOUR TEAM CLEARS OUT ON YOU . YOU GET THIS GROOVE GOING AND THEN THEY START PEELING OFF. I TOLD THEM I WONT BE READ LIKE A NEWSPAPER AND PUT ASIDE, I TOLD THEM I HAVE FEELINGS TOO YOU KNOW , I TOLD THEM IF THEY CANT MAKE A COMMITMENT I WILL FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN. THEY ARE STILL LEAVING . THEY ARE LEAVING ME TO DO RESEARCH AND I AM JEALOUS AS ALL GET OUT . HELL KNOWS NO WRATH LIKE A JEALOUS KHUN CHUCK.
SMALL REDNESS AROUND HICKMAN LINE TODAY, WE ARE BEING PROACTIVE AND LOADING UP WITH ANTI BIOTICS AS PREVENTION.
ALL WELL, KHUN CHUCK
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Is your submarine, by any chance, yellow?
To play on your metaphor. . . consider the rest of us little ducks, paddling like crazy, just north of your submarine--looking ahead, creating a current of bubbles for your ship to glide with. Yellow submarine, yellow ducks, yellow sunshine. Peace.
Claire
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