The silent journey to work, a time shared with anonymous companions that I see each day I take this transit. I wonder if any of them recognise me, or even notice their fellow passengers?
An adventure into a world on the edge of society, to a place where the usual rules don’t apply. A place of free conversation, where people can be true to themselves.
Sheltering at home from the storm, I think back to the night before.
The weekend begins with an unpleasant task, an overdue part of the regular chores.
Not a lot happened, today. But I’m going to tell you all about it, all the same.
Facing down a day I knew was coming, all week. Facing the pressure and gritting my teeth. Here we go.
Facing down the bad weather. Doable, but tough. Glad I'm back at the hab. But that's about all I can think.
Staring the work-year with good intentions. Let's see if I can keep them.