I'm on the raft now. I left the island. Friday, when I launched, I was scared and sick to my stomach. The winter weather was oppressive. But I had to get going -- that day. It was 8:30 in the morning, and the building was about to come crashing down on me, and the tide was running the right way -- It was launch day. I knew it was coming. Still, I was afraid.
I have been three days adrift now. Saturday was rough. Sunday afternoon the sun came out and the sky cleared. It was still cold. But I wasn't scared anymore. I had enough food with me, and I was a lot calmer.
Today, Monday, I even feel good to be floating along -- regaining a sense of inner ballast. The vessel is sound. The charted course is set. And I'm on my way.
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