I don't know if other's have noticed it, but when you live in a very isolated place and have no job, it's easy to lose track of the time. I frequently don't know what day of the week it is. There's nothing to remind me of it. Even the television programs I watch are recorded by my faithful satellite receiver with no action required on my part.
This week I missed doing posts on Monday and Tuesday. I am pretty sure, though not certain, I didn't even check my email. So today I caught up on that. If you wrote me lately and I didn't respond, you should have an email in your inbox today. If you don't , let me know because it means somehow I missed you.
The Egyptian is one of those. It dates back to 1949, and my first edition is now getting pretty beat up. Not surprising, since I hauled it all over the world with me, both on floats, exercise deployments, and permanent change of station postings in Europe, Asia and elsewhere.
When you are "embarked troops" on a Gator Navy vessel, you have a lot of time for smoking, gambling (verbotten but widely engaged in), and reading. There is not a lot else to do til you get where you are going.
One reason I like this particular book is that the trials and travails of the protagonist largely revolve around bad choices in female companionship, a problem I frequently encountered until I met my wife and settled down. I empathize with the guy and I think most men would.
It 's realistic, too, in that after many perilous adventures, the hero gets the short end of the stick as a reward for his service. Some things never change I guess.
|It's good to be Pharaoh.|