Good days, bad days, we have them all, don't we? Today...not so good. Nothing really happened, per se, it was just a day where I must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed. From the beginning, today, I kept to myself and couldn't ever really dig myself out of the mental funk. It didn't help when it was a slow day, too. Once the day was breaking on the east coast, I gave Tin Man and Scarecrow a quick call to find out they got the postcard I mailed them and also a quick call to Dorothy who is tearing up the Big Apple this weekend. Dorothy is the only person on the planet who I feel I can really open up to so she's a critical piece in my life so my "life line" (aka: phone line) is a huge benefit that is priceless to me. Soon after I hung up with Dorothy after an 11hr day, I was out the door and caught the shuttle back to my side of the base. Dinner and relaxing in my room defined the evening and it's time for bed to seal Day 125. Trust me...you don't want this brain spilled out on this screen today. Best to just go to bed.
Goodnight, everyone.
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