We seem to be distant from the last dinner that went south. Something doesn’t add up, trying to figure it out. Is the guy back to make amends? I ponder. Last time I had it all figured out in this imaginary world: we would settle and be, now am clueless and filled with anonymity and fear. She seems to be on the same path. However, doubting Thomas is an ally.

Duties, a run to, and operations are smooth with the units. We seem to be getting better each month, reports are a testament.

We managed to get dedicated personnel found them better housing and a sustainable living that could fit into our budget. I should say we are good.

I can’t believe we are sailing! Life can be so pleasant and plentiful with consistency. Even with a ruckus sea, there is a starship to navigate through the barricades.

“Get out of your Mind”

©Joeln