Things have been interesting over the last few marcs. My time awake seems to have overlapped Jan’s a bit more, and I have enjoyed talking to her. Shadow has been around as well, and I spent some time riding the cannon and comparing notes with him. I have been hearing from Blayne more frequently, and am quite glad to have that happen. I passed Low on my path and we traded a couple birds of conversation, mostly about the disadvantages of level 52. I see since we spoke he has reached 53, so congrats to him on that! I hope it does not take me too long. Speaking of such, this level is not a favorable one in any way. No new equipment or anything became available, the good farming in N’rolav desert is gone and even good training spots are harder to find, but I will try to work hard and not complain. If nothing else, the one thing I have learned during my painful period of introspection is that we need to enjoy our time here to its fullest. If we do not do that we are simply wasting our time and doing ourselves, and those who enjoy our company, a grievous disservice. I was not so wrong, as I believed when I first arrived, to think that this land is what we make of it. We can not control what others do or say, but we can control how we react to it. We are in control of our own mind and how we use it. The only thing missing over the last couple days has been my sweet bonded. Just the opposite of Jan, it is likely our time awake has just not overlapped. I know she is busy enough these days that she needs the rest when she can get it. I guess that is something I will just have to get used to, being bonded to a career woman. Oh, I almost forgot. Bunty Dell sent Dal and I messages, looking to say hello to him. I had not seen him blush in a while, and it was good to see color in his pallid cheeks again.
Like a rescue devise that saved me from drowning in the depths of my own despair, it seems that hope does indeed float.
Gar Windgust