friskin

At 5:09 AM the misssion was aborted. Participant motivation was at ten percent and falling, not high enough to brave the icy highway. J thought S said, "We shouldn't go." So we didn't.

I got six more hours of sleep. I fully intend to spend the day fantasizing about the hobbies I would take up if I could afford to, like blacksmithing, egg carving, and building tiny ham radios.