One of many

[Prognosticator68]

Yesterday was spectacularly mundane. Quite frankly I expect more of them to come.

This journey I'm on may well have days of glorious certainty and purpose, the kind of days that inspire one to grit teeth, gird loins and soldier on but the majority I suspect will be dull and uninspiring.

Days of hunger and drudgery that only pass with dogged undertaking, ritualistic performance of effort that can not be truncated. There were few highlights, mostly just hours of intestinal grumbling and mental anguish.

I suspect that these days will be the norm and will form the basis of all that I will need to oversome and endure. It's a sobering reality that is not pretty, not laudable and a dour undertaking.

If "B" is the destination and "A" the point of origin, then the journey is where I reside. It is in this reality that I must thrive to stay alive.