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.
Travel. Before the journey, comes the preparation. A time spent in the canyons of the mind, circling at the mercy of doubt.
Not a lot happened, today. But I’m going to tell you all about it, all the same.
Keeping track of the monthly targets, I find myself... meeting them.
It is a new decade. The next loop around our star has begun. Where to go from here?
The year winds down. I’m sitting in a small bar, high above the city. Drinking caf. Reflecting.