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.
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.
Not a lot happened, today. But I’m going to tell you all about it, all the same.
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.
Not every day goes according to the idealistic plans of the night before. Sometimes, life goes awry. Sometimes, willpower just fails.
Keeping track of the monthly targets, I find myself... meeting them.
There is no end to the to-do list. Life is all about upkeep, sometimes. And trying to get far enough ahead of it to make another step forward.
Today was one of those days, you know, the ones where everything seems to be going well until you hear someone say: 'Onyx, why don't you sit with me and explain this to me' at exactly 1655hrs and all your brain is capable of computing is how to escape to the nearest empty pod. I … Continue reading Details [Onyx]