Our destination is Ironius Paintorus
III in the Wyrd system. Preparations are underway to present the
representatives with a scientific gift that will interface with their
technology, but not be of their own making. The engineers ensure me
that all of the components are available and assembled. My Science
officer will be calibrating the prototype model while the ship's
Counselor will be overseeing the final preparations. We must arrive
and present the model no later than the morning of 13016.130, or all
is for naught.
This is a personal entry. It is a
little bit on the long side. It is a post that many should probably
skip. There is a bit of me feeling sorry for myself in this post.
This post may contain Too Much Information (TMI). Consider that a
final warning that you will not get back the time it took to read the
remainder. I feel it is important to share life's hiccups on
occasion, and I have the time to do so right now.