Captain’s Log 6.02.21

It’s a cold morning in the lonely city.  As I sit and look out at the falling snow I contemplate the business I have created.  Lightning in a bottle, sparks like nobody has ever seen.  A team of people with as of yet undefined potential, and humour.  And bad hair for the most part. 

Where can this go?  Where will it end up?  Every journey starts with a single step, every ending seems to come from a thousand directions.  Can this fail?  The horror, the horror. 

I turn to my breakfast, porridge again.  The cereals in my bowl sluggish, like the creative thoughts in my mind.  Today is not the day to build.  Today is the day to just shovel snow.  Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow ….