You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows.

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 Not been awake very much today. Sleeping for an hour or two and then letting Luna out of her cage to fly around, then rinse and repeat.


I feel like harping on the apocalypse is getting to me. Though, I sincerely believe it could be the end (if not biblical then secular). Though some of my hallucinations line up with it a bit too much for my own comfort.


I want to read some today and write some and play test some of the game I am working on. All the while the black cloud of the day hangs over all our heads. I think that is where we’re are all at. Trying to move on and get on with it all. 


I am staring at the crucification on my coffee table and I am scared. The last judgment is a terrifying thing and not something I understand.


So all that out of the way the solitaire I play while waiting for the measuring of my soul towards eternal salvation or damnation it starting to plan a 15mm miniature collection so I can play some of my games on a more manageable scale and so I can build a mordheim board in 15mm.


So in other words I am ready to move on but clinging to the past knowing I likely am damned. It’s weird business to live in unprecedented times. I wish I could rise to meet the tied and be worthy of the challenge and help people though I don’t know what to do.


That going back and forth on trying to make peace with the life we have lived is as much the journey, as that life and its conclusion.



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