A journalist observes life in the far north.
Alec visited Monique, and he said she looked OK. She was awake but drugged up. Quiet. I’ll go and see her tomorrow before I leave in the evening for Milwaukee. I am bringing one suitcase, and I am carrying the baby on my back. For the air flights, I am bringing cotton for her ears and baby Tylenol in case case she starts howling. Between Lucky’s gear and my laptop, there’s not much room for my clothes. The weather reports are calling for temperatures in the high 70s and scattered thundershowers over the weekend.
It’s been 16 months since I left Alaska, I am visiting my birthplace for the first time since becoming a mother and my dog is in the hospital. This trip should be interesting.