3rd September 2018
So I hit America on Labour day, which is ironic because no labour is done. It is supposed to signal the end of summer although it was hot as hell. Kelli showed me the inside of the garage, as the door creaked open I was full of foreboding. The sunlight flashed upon old and festering relics not unlike the first sight of the contents of Tutankhamum’s tomb. I am not sure what I can make from a chariot, but I will rise to the challenge.
After, what seems to have been months, Kelli has moved on from Star Trek the next generation to, wait for it, Star Trek Voyager. My cup, now refilled, hath flowed over for a second time, and my dilithium crystals are fully charged.
Another Lifetime to go 