Drifting throughts, carried on a light breeze. The taste of caf, the scent of rain. It is a summer morning in Citadel, and the year is 2020. We are broken, here in the future, but we are not down.
Contrasts, observed in comparison, between now and then. A month has passed, and I have an opportunity to view the same place in a different light. Quite literally; thinking about it.
Keeping track of the monthly targets, I find myself... meeting them.
Facing down the bad weather. Doable, but tough. Glad I'm back at the hab. But that's about all I can think.
Brakes work. I have that, to report. Fingernails still have a patchy, stubborn grey mess staining their underside. Probably a good thing I’m not dating anyone at the moment, as I'm sure anyone but me would put up with that. Need to pick up a nail brush and some grease cleaner if I’m going to … Continue reading Meat-bag [Le Sueur]
Filled the day with simple activities, reflecting on life as I did. It was quiet. Perhaps, even, peaceful.
Staring the work-year with good intentions. Let's see if I can keep them.