Choices

Bed is broken again. Katrín was here, now she's gone again. I ate too much kúlusúkk. Again.

Tomorrow the test pilots for the admission workshop arrive.

Choosing new teamers from the pile of test pilots will be interesting.

Choosing the choice of the evening is uninteresting but vital; opening the window to avoid suffocating in the immense heat that my Mac omits. Or avoid getting bitten by more mosquitoes.

Mosquitoes. Heat. Mosquitoes. Heat.

Mosquitoes....