Nothing of importance to relay. Work passed by, Marie and I played video games together, we recorded our podcast, and Amelia was Amelia. Part of me feels bad I’m not meeting the quota I had set out for myself, but then again it’s relatively unimportant in the long run. I like what I do for me. Being late or being on time is less important than being true to myself, and the consistency that follows. If I can say in 100 words what I would in 200 then I think I’ll keep it brief and keep it honest.