Starting the weekend with a little upkeep, then a trip into town. Not a lot going on, and now I need to decide what to do with my night.
In a small room, above a bar, a man tells his story. The audience, as he wishes, laughs.
Thoughts, unbidden, arise. Driven by circumstance, I ask: who are we, and were are we going?
In the dark of the night, the hab lights glow. I focus, bringing my full attention to bear. I am geek.
A silent need, unspoken even to myself, fills my thoughts as I drift to sleep.
It was just a day. It happened. But that’s okay.
Deceived by the passage of time, we sometimes think that life is a straight road between past and future. It is not. Nor should it be.
Not every day goes according to the idealistic plans of the night before. Sometimes, life goes awry. Sometimes, willpower just fails.
Time out, spent enjoying a hobby. Time spent, simply to create something.
Keeping track of the monthly targets, I find myself... meeting them.