Day Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Two points of the compass down. Two left to go. Or if I get picky, three hundred fifty six additional ones. Yet the area can grow exponentially between two adjacent points.

Does it make me more hopeful, or just discouraged? Depends on what time of the day you ask me. Right now at the end of the day I would say discouraged. But tomorrow morning – hope springs eternal, as they say. So I will look forward to that even now. I need to remind myself that I am not alone in this.

Another strategy is called for. If I could just find something that needs a bridge over it. A change in elevation? Another step between me and my goal?