Day Two Hundred Thirty Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

The very atmosphere was oppressive until the turn of night to day. I thought that Stan was insinuating himself into my peace.

I should know better.

I need only whisper His name.

Day Two Hundred Thirteen Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Hazy. My mind is as hazy as the atmosphere between me and my goal.  And though fuzzy, I judge that the oasis is much closer and perhaps much bigger than hitherto believed.

I have to resist the temptation to abandon my plan and rush onwards.

Rely on patience.