I had been feeling catastrophically disconnected from Honey—we seemed to alternate at that time between pointless meta-arguing (“If you would have just said you were sorry instead of blah blah then I wouldn’t have had to blah blah blah”) and something more like a frozen tundra of arctic silence, and the sled dogs were exhausted and we were out of food and next we were going to be slicing off pieces of each other to roast and eat.
