WTF?

It's not even ten a.m. yet and already the woman who is my sole human contact here in the deep woods, the gardener, was bitten by a venomous insect and had to go off in search of medical treatment. Who says living in the country is uneventful?

Yong is a sturdy woman who doesn't seem to be somebody who is an over-reactor so the fact that she hasn't returned from her search for a palliative has me worried. I lived in a rural outpost long enough to know that an insect bite doesn't usually issue an open invitation to down tools but then again there are no scorpions or millipedes in Alaska...

Yesterday the washing machine decided the spin cycle was too arduous an undertaiking to complete; today Yong has disappeared with toxic substances coursing through her bloodstream; cannot wait to see what tomorrow has in store. Stay tuned...