An unretouched screenshot from this video.

Yesterday I made my run into Flag. The most important thing I got done there was slapping down eighty dollars for a Lifetime National Parks pass. I got a new bottle of MCT oil too. But the rest was irrelevant busywork for hire.

I got home after dark again. I crashed at ten and I got seven hours and that is supposed to be perfection. But the wind came up and howled and it drained me a little more. So I went back down for two more hours, secure in my dreams.

When I woke from that, the screen capture was the first thing I saw on my screen. Walking. Making a video in one’s own back yard. It looks like an AI pic, but it’s not.

Tomorrow I go back to a kind of work that drains a four or five day chunk of the sentient hours that are left to me.

On the fourth or fifth of the coming month my life starts all over again. I have plans for the time that begins there and then, provided that the creek does not rise, as they used to say.