Bad Day

(Written last night)
Oh, did I happen to mention that THIS SUCKS?! What was I thinking? Canoe the Mississippi River end-to-end and with a perfect stranger, no less. Frank reminded me last night that we were strangers, right after letting me know that due to changes in his life and unforeseen character traits in me of which he's none to fond of, he may kick me out of his boat any day now. Tensions are running high here on Expedition Dreamcatcher.

There. I said it.

Thanks for letting me vent. It was a bad night last night and today I really stressed what is likely a pulled muscle or worse, torn tendon in my left shoulder. I stressed it to make Frank happy, for apparantly I'm not paddling hard or often enough. Frank has expressed his plan if indeed I am injured. To whit, I am to remove my belongings from the canoe, get myself to the Twin Cities and convalesce (sp?), for I am become a liability. There, at which point of his arrival there we could reassess my physical abilities.

It's all very pragmatic and logical and yet I feel the ass. And so today I rowed, giving it my all from my seat in the bow. Yet even at the bow, and perhaps the moreso, I felt the ass. Jackass. Bad shoulder - old broken down me.

God help us. So many dreams already I am beholden to, keeper of. But this is torture, impossible physical demand. I am terribly torn tween the duties of the quest I have embarked on and the reality that my body just may not be up to the task.

The other stuff, the criticisms, the personality differences well, that's just all chafe.

Dreamers worry not. I will cast your dreams to sea if I have to Greyhound down to the Gulf and perform the ritual alone.

-RSM
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