Surgeons ought to excise a part of my brain.
I'm not just capable of crazy behavior, I'm prone to it. I mean, who else thinks -- when the temperature is 16-degrees and fierce wind makes it bite deeper -- that it might be fun to go to the seashore and take pictures? No sane person. Even seagulls looked at me oddly yesterday.
I had to remove my gloves to operate cameras. (I took three.) Instantly my fingers froze stiff and fell off. Now I have only stumps. But... I came home with pictures. Most are on film so I have to wait three weeks for developing/scanning.
Shortly before I went outside, I got a taped message: "As always, should you or any of your IM Force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This tape will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Ally."