How You Can Feel Totally Empty Even if You Have it All

How I can relate to Robin Williams

I am again aboard the Queen of Cowichan on the 10:10 to Nanaimo. I thought I had approached the passenger deck well before most had exited their vehicles, but apparently, this sailing had a few more walk-ons than normal, as the desks I would normally exploit were all occupied by others.

Has the 10:10 to Nanaimo grown in infamy? Because of my letters? Nah. But it’s fun to think I may have piqued a few curiosities. And this sailing is a little more like the first, with a few creatures of the night peeking out of their hiding holes and even opting to graze in my vicinity.

Fortunately (actually, I don’t know how fortunate this is), there are some woefully uncomfortable stools near electrical outlets, so I’m not forced to give up my writing habit (not that I would have anyway — I would have found another way).

My mission to empty my storage was successful on almost every level. I only required the assistance of one gifted organizer and one burly man (the organizer’s husband) to get the lion’s share of the work done in less than two hours. It was not a strenuous two hours either, though I can thank myself for staying consistent with exercise.