I’ve been struggling to describe how it felt to wake up this morning, where I communicated with gestures and grimaces for the better part of my first waking hour because the idea of talking hurt. Also, I was trying in vain to avoid the inevitable ancestry-cursing activity of swallowing.
I’m not sure how to express it, other than to say that if Death had a next door neighbor, and that Death thought that neighbor needed to lighten up just a bit, I might have understood how the neighbor felt.
Things got a bit better through the day, but only a bit.
So, anyway, here’s a picture to hold us over for today:
That’s the USS Torsk, which is on display as a museum ship at Baltimore’s inner harbor. She was called the Galloping Ghost of the Japanese Ghost, and is on the National Register of Historic Places.
The Torsk is important because she torpedoed the last enemy ship sunk by the U.S. Navy in World War II.
