Interfering with Delay

Last night I stayed at a small place in the hills. I awoke at three a.m. to the sound of falling trees. They were cutting down the orchard and wouldn't explain why. It was raining very hard and I was unable to get a clear sound recording for my principal diaries. I spent the rest of the morning in the tavern listening to the loneliest woman in the world. She was crying the whole time. I guess that happens when you finally get to tell your story.