O third 18

There truly is no place like home. So glad to be back at the cloud where upon entering the place smelled strangely familiar. Stuffy and just a little warm.

Everything was as I left it which is always a good thing.

Very tired on arrival for some reason probably strange conditions at the Seminary but a nights rest and sleep therapy does appear to have worked some wonderous mini-miracle.

Among other things this day, I must work in some more serious exercise. I put on a pound or two because that’s what happens in FW. Obviously feeding habits are disruptive and abnormal. The volunteers are pretty much fed very low-quality nutritional facsimile. The only reason it is edible is because usually when it is served one is very close to famished so a filet of sole as in shoe would taste good.

So back home, new month, new day and a new list of things to do and accomplish.

Looks remarkably like other lists so nothing truly new.

Not feeling it or perhaps better said I have lost it. My mind is drifting elsewhere.

MAST aka The Show is roughly six (6) weeks away and I am getting the sense I am behind schedule. Realistically probably not but the sensation is there,

Tomorrow is slated for the first adventure to the State Fair so that’s a wasted day.

OK. That’s it for now form here.

No apologies.

I am told there were days when E Hemingway would take a day off and just go fishing.

If it is good enough for him, I think I’ll end here and try that approach.

See if I can get inspired for next time.

If not, getting some things done in the meantime would be grande.