In which I comment satisfactions on my second attempt at running Brindlewood Bay.
In which I reflect on some of the unexpected reflections when faced with all your stuff and baggage.
In which I confess my inability to read my own character sheet has led me to unexpectedly run out of resources, temporarily.
In which I start to really take note that I am in between things: strength, spirit and technology, as well as space and time.
In which I lament the fact that everything seems to demand a slice of me, and there are more demands than ever, including my own.