‘Every lie has a consequence. Every truth is a risk.’

That is a tagline for [Lure the lie] (Veronica Tracey Spy/PI book 2).

On Friday I spent most of the day reading legislation. There were a few things I wanted to know, or get clarity on. My questions were regarding the Intelligence and Security Act 2017. What powers does that Act afford our intelligence community?
After a lot of reading and then also reading the Search and Survelliance Act of 2012, I have answers to my questions. And a plan.
I discussed some of this with my crime writing class (our last session was Saturday), and that got interesting. My thoughts on a black site were expanded upon and are a little more detailed now. And I have a little something up my sleeve that I can throw at Ronnie that will change everything.
It makes writing a first draft a lot more fun when you get to research something that provides not just answers but also ideas!

I”ll miss the Saturday class but it will be nice to sleep in on a Saturday!
I will really appreciate it next Saturday after (potentially) spending all week in court and having to get up early early to get the train. I must remember to top up my Snapper because the time I’m leaving is peak time and it costs more to travel then.

[Echo Mike Papa] is moving along. Even though I didn’t intend to start another novel length work yet, and first drafts are hard work, I think it’s the perfect escape from the current reality.

The new normal has moments of hilariousness but mostly it’s high stress and difficult to navigate on my own. The only way I can do it is one step at a time. I can’t really think too far ahead because no one knows what will happen next or when.
The last 7 weeks are not pointing to longevity for Superman. He’s slipped downhill quickly. That’s what a head injury at 89 and a half will do to you, I guess. He still doesn’t remember that he can’t just stand up and walk – so he falls a lot. He never will remember that he’s not capable of most things because he can’t make new memories. His last memory is of being able bodied and fixing things, driving, taking care of the house …
On Friday he thought he was in a pub and wanted me to come get him. Usually he tells me he’s on the Ferry. He quite often says he’s just arrived at this place (but doesn’t know where it is), had a good crossing on the Ferry. He also often says he needs to get moving because he’s got to get into Moetapu before dark. To go along with that, he’ll also say his car is parked outside wherever he is.
Understandably he gets quite agitated because nothing makes sense to him now.
It’s awful. And as much as I want to fix it for him, like he always did for me, I can’t. I can’t fix his brain. All I can do is make sure he’s well looked after and let him yell at me if that’s what makes him feel better while I try to settle him.

I really need to sell the house quickly and that would get rid of the bills that still need paying regarding the house and keep him in care. We’re going through money like water at the moment with all the expenses regarding the house and the hospital level care. Unfortunately there is NOT a money tree out at ‘Ramona’.
I’d have to sell 3500+ books a month to pay for the care. And that’s about as likely as Superman recovering and remembering where he is.

[Indigo Romeo Lima]