August 22nd, 2552 – Recover, Regroup, Reload, Repeat.
Goldbricking Pilot/Mechanic/Jump-Gate Navigator/Grunt Kat “S-Kat” James Reporting
Today I ask myself the important question, “is it really goldbricking when you’re on assignment?”
There was a problem with one of the couplings on one of the cargo containers so, I’m spending at least another day planetside. I decided to take a little trip out to the moon— all very nice and legal. On the return trip, I picked a nice spot, went back a week, and camped out.
It meant I wasn’t staying on campus, which I know has its risks but a week’s vacation on the beach is just what the doctor ordered.
A hammock strung between two trees, the surf coming in— the birds. When did Dancer’s retreat get birds? It was great until my last night there when I showed up at my fire with a simple message: ’don’t flaunt what you can do.’
I didn’t say anything else, so I split my last beer with me. I’m not sure if it was better than drinking alone or not. In the morning— It’ll be time to tidy up the spot and head back.