It’s been raining now for a lot longer than 40 days and nights. The exact number dances and skips around my head but my mind’s not nimble enough to catch it anymore. Once lost, the precision of time can’t be restored. I calculate from the depletion of my supplies it’s been approximately two and half months since the evacuation. Routine is a discipline that must be maintained in order to keep track of the time. Daylight no longer exists, just shades of darkness. Petroleum skies on umbered water.
