The Laughter of Carthage

Some weird Roman thing

We return, after I’ve caught up with some of the sleep I lost at Toolbox, to Mediterranean adventures.

Saturday was the worst day. Kathy’s COVID was peaking, and her ribs were aching and she was coughing continually, and I was a long way off and unable to help. I was exhausted and stressed and pretty well needed to spend the day in a cool, dark room listening to soothing music. That wasn’t going to happen.

Le Bougainville crossed from Porto Empedocle to Tunis ...