Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Dazed and Confused...
We went through the whole thing with him. It seems that he has lapses in time here and there. The trip that he took was long and taxing.
For one thing, he was a half a head shorter than he was when he left.
After questioning and reviewing his notebooks, we figured out that he had a concussion and was wandering around for a while. No. He wasn't playing football.
Personally, I think that he tried too many of the native drinks and such. Not enough rest and it didn't help that he made a witch doctor mad at one point. I think that's when he shrunk about six inches...
This morning, when he came to his senses, he insisted that, in order to move into the new house, he would need new muscles and new clothes.
I got as far as starting on the body and looking for some fabric or leather for pants and he decided that was enough for one day. He is spending the night in Zar's Clockwork Trailer, on the couch. That's the best we could do for him. We wouldn't want him wandering off, when no one was looking.
Tessie is holding him to the agreement to buy the house.
She washed her hands of the situation and decided to nap with Kota for the rest of the afternoon.
I am not sure that that was a good idea... He looks to me like he might bite her head off for laying on his leg.
Anyway, I am going back now to try to find something for Reggie to wear. He seems to be getting better and remembering more all of the time. The sooner we get him dressed, the better. It is embarrassing to have him wandering around in his cotton muscle suit.
Back to work.
See you tomorrow.