Day Five Hundred Twenty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

At the end of my time in the special cabin today, I was comforted by the realization that it still looked and felt the same, but then I wondered for a moment was I still the same or have I changed. However I shook the notion off when I realized that I was falling to the temptation to judge myself and not placing my reliance where it should be.

A lesson learned long ago, but needing to be relearned. I am such a leaky vessel.

Tomas was coming in as I was going out. We had a brief exchange – momentous news from the bridge – the radio has sprung to life – a sign that the global authorities are extending their reach.

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Day Three Hundred evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

With nine days left, we hoped to catch up with Elijah before the sun set.

We knew his desire is to cover the whole city and that the seaport should be next. So, we wandered in that direction, alert for any sign of him.

He found us instead.

Elam was overjoyed. By nightfall we were breathing salt air.

Day Seventy Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It has been a few days since I’ve been able to record my thoughts and my actions. When I left to search for Lyle, I fell down in the matter of my regular routine.

I was kept busy, too busy to do anything else other than look for Lyle. It didn’t help that he did not go in the direction I thought. I learned that later.

Meanwhile I went into the village we’d been warned out of. It was still deserted. No one had moved back in since our departure. The unwelcome sign was still posted on that door.

But what should have been a quick afternoon jaunt turned into a forced stay. Thankfully Lyle came and released me. Selah.