On the 12th and 13th day very little came to pass. As the cults like to say. Quick mention of the air. Was so clear. A beautiful thing. We should work toward that. Love life and not money.
Not much happening the next day. Some observation and philosophical titillation.
The next day we talk shortly about local happenings and the nature of the universe. There is no normal.
I have a hole now but still no wire connection. The house needs more power first. Not much to write about for Saturday.
On Sunday we had a short visit into the starting arena of our second book that is all about putting tyrants of industry to rest. A permanent rest. Zara is working on one of those assignments.
Other than that, a general look at the world from a sit in the kitchen on my sofa and look at the trees point of view.
Monday is a good day for a story from the past in Toronto, including a short one gone mostly fiction but all true. And we get our people on Eden on their way, a beautiful road to Bridge Town. Hanas is well happy and has a little cry when he sees King Namor and Barbaralba.
It takes another day of not much to say before getting to the day after to visit the small town of Bridgetown. Barbaralba takes a leap off King Namor Bridge to drive her sword through a shark. Not so big, this one. Then she takes Namor a little way up the mountain for a romantic evening watching the sky.
On the 21st day did I lose my cool with the blasted energy goats. But then jumped into the run away galaxies problem. One of our biggest problems. We will need to find a way to harness the energy of space expanding. In a few billion years. Not on the top of the list of things to do.
Day 22 looks at some astrophysics opportunities, some might say conundrums. Some may say the world will be a hell hole of death. That is the coal industry, looking to sell more and die in a golden box.
Next day is where we bitch a little about coal. Even use harsh language. For them there is no forgiveness now. Governments that give money to them, oh the words we could use but strive to keep Lunanity safe for Americans. That’s sarcasm. I was going to say kids.
More importantly, they were in the middle of the beautiful King Namor Bridge. A most beautiful work of engineering.
On day 24, Billy, this is the beginning of book 2, as we call the unwritten book, had a chat with Karl. He is living on the farm of Artemis in Colorado. So it is a phone call. With face visuals. Billy explains why it is a good idea to keep some oil in the ground for unforeseen emergencies. Something no one, for no one gives a flying butterfly’s butt about anything beyond next Tuesday. Karl was leveled with the bombastic logic and cried from laughing.
I forgot to mention hot water. On day 25 I washed ass and balls, can I say that and still be for kids and Baptists. Oh. I jest again. Can’t help myself. Or I can and don’t see it as a good move. So on this day, we talk of making a bull a steer.
It is not too graphic but a little hard on the Bull. That was on a ranch in South America.
Next day included many words. A plethora of squawking about anything. Pleasant. Something to read when going to sleep soon and wanting no particular direction.
We do talk a little of a couple characters and the plan to prepare a peace declaration and trade and travel agreement. Big news for those on the two islands.
It was April 27 when we were issued official masks. Rode my bike, in the sun, to the schoolyard and like anyone else, got four masks to go shopping with. It is the 7th of April 2022 as I continue the description for the website and Smashwords. And today when I went to the doctor, what I almost never do, to say, I got a fucked, whoops. Anyhow. I am the proud owner of the Corona virus. We see how long. It took two days for me to wonder if I was off, then the woman at the doctor’s office said. You gonna get a real test. Wait outside. My Monday test was negative and I saw no one after that. So the virus ...
