In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog.

foggy hangover....fending off sloth and torpor....the battle within!!!!!

Going too far is half the pleasure of not getting anywhere.

In the evening of that day, after completing my preparations, I supped on the remaining portions of the sloth, not suitable for preservation, roasting bits of fat on the coals and boiling the head and bones into a broth; and after swallowing the liquid I crunched the bones and sucked the marrow...

The fog has died away.

... for fog was merely a cloud that wasn't too smitten with itself to visit terra firma.