44 ounces of home-made limeade later, I feel much better.
If you don't live in the desert, you don't realize that thirst can be debilitating even if you're not actually feeling thirsty. If you do live in the desert, you can be a frelling idiot and forget to push fluids.
In other news, I have email again. They seem to have changed my pop server and my login name without telling me. Oy. Fixed now.
Boy is going to a scary movie tonight, so I will get my wordcount then.
And tanaise tracked down the original McGarricle Sisters version of Complainte pour Ste Catherine for me, and has become my absolute hero and earned herself a place in the Scardown acknowledgements, because a half-remembered version of this song was running through my head the entire time I was writing the book.
On est tous frères pis ça s'adonne
Qu'on a toujours eu du bon temps
Parce qu'on reste sur la terre des hommes
Même les femmes et les enfants
Y'a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques.
--Anna McGarricle, Complainte pour Ste-Catherine