Not really much to say. It’s the weekend. A slow day. Not much going on.
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.
A short story, a message to myself, found again by accident. Written a year ago. It is a message of hope, written in an uncertain time.
The weekend begins with an unpleasant task, an overdue part of the regular chores.
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.
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.