Even on the days of rest, rest never comes. Life needs upkeep. And the kids wouldn’t let me rest, anyway.
I can’t look away. I can’t not see it. My mind won’t relax. I must tidy.
In the war against time, our only ally is our slowly-faltering body. But in aiding the body, we can also aid the mind, building defences against both time, and our own lives.
I watch the quiet recharge, observing myself from a distance, even as I game. A weekend passes. I’m better for it.
The weekend begins with an unpleasant task, an overdue part of the regular chores.
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.
It was just a day. It happened. But that’s okay.
Time out, spent enjoying a hobby. Time spent, simply to create something.
Facing down the bad weather. Doable, but tough. Glad I'm back at the hab. But that's about all I can think.
Here we go, again. Time to see what surprises are in store. Time to pick up the dice and give them a shake.