I've been given an unexpected new assignment that has kept me too busy to write in this journal, and what little time I have usually doesn't include the privacy to write. I will not describe the assignment here, of course (save that I can't help wondering if I am stretched beyond my abilities; I got this assignment not for any personal talent or skill, but the coincidence of my injury and that I happened to be the one to meet the person it involves).
My leg is coming along well. I'm able to climb and even run for short distances. Strangsig insists I do not get into any dangerous situations, nor put it to any strain, for at least another week. But that's not enough to prevent me riding a day each way as part of my current efforts in this assignment. I'm not carrying out any mission, just setting things up. This won't have much danger, anyway. But it does mean I spend a night at the Forsaken Inn and have a few moments to write this. No more, though; not enough, for instance, to annoy the patrons with my music, much to Glynn's relief.
The going was slowed somewhat by a heavy snow that fell late in the day. Visibility dropped off, but only for a few hours, and I was well on the road by then. Also made collecting water easier. I reached the Inn well before nightfall, after the snows had let up. It's turning cold, but it won't last. Tomorrow's ride back should be easy. Then I will plant the seed whose soil I am preparing today. I wonder what will grow.
