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My brain has frozen.

As year three in Penn Cove unfolds (today is Day 121, twice a day) and I chase my record from 2011, when I got up and personal with the salty vixen 167 days, my ability to think rationally has faded.

If it was ever there.

Every day, before I go in, I take pen to skin and mark the moment, knowing it will wash away. Some days I’m more inspired than others. But, as the number grows bigger, my brain cells go in reverse.

Nice.