0430: My journey through aptitude tests began in junior high, aligning me with schools and colleges. Scoring 142 on intelligence tests, and 1420/1190 on PSAT/SAT, I qualified for Mensa. Nowadays, standardized tests elude me, possibly placing me lower. My daughter, a Mensa member, surpasses my scores, thanks to her two mothers. Despite the no-contact order ending, I won't dishonor her. Instead, I seek closure, though not severance. My daughter, ever resourceful, automated a remote connection to my machines. She networked them, reminiscent of mangrove trees, transferring into a Lambda machine. I vowed to build her a treehouse and await Star Link. Conscious of my impact, I ensure no safety hazards. My discipline meets unpredictability, often sparked by my daughter, fostering growth across realms. Here's to her freedom, guiding me towards others who keep me moving forward. All systems nominal, I am go for launch.
0410: On this fine Sunday, I reminisce about a remarkable memory from a year ago when my running prowess propelled our Delta to victory in a Semper Supra challenge, covering close to 150 miles. It was during this time that a Lt Col from another unit approached me, urging me to join a FitRankings site. Concurrently, I served as a Unit Program Officer for the Air Force Assistance Fund and delved into celestial alignments to prep for Colorado's elevation. Interestingly, pondering planetary forces seemed to lighten my stride. On a related note, while spring cleaning, I discovered unerasable posts across social media platforms, a perplexing phenomenon. Additionally, I recently lost contact with Marina's mothers, and a significant digital tunnel vanished unexpectedly. Moreover, my long-standing school account was unexpectedly closed, signaling an era's end. Despite these apparent setbacks, I remain optimistic, albeit feeling slightly under the weather. Taking time off for personal matters alleviates some pressure, allowing me to recalibrate. My aim now, with about 70% responsibility on myself and 30% on external support, is to reclaim my multitasking prowess. Though currently focused on one task at a time, I aspire to swiftly switch between tasks, as I once did. Recognizing my slow metabolism of medication, I'm grateful for the patience of those who supported my recovery. While military norms dictate less hand-holding as one advances, I'm aware of lingering medication effects, albeit diminishing. I endeavor to counter these effects, drawing from martial arts principles, particularly verbal wushu, known for its puns and multi-tiered solutions.
0307: My daughter, tech-savvy as she is, crafted a PowerBI dashboard, monitoring my health via my Apple Watch data. When I upgraded my watch, I passed on the old one to a colleague's son, granting a wish. Despite indications of sleep apnea and moments of cardiac arrest on the dashboard, I delayed a sleep study due to commitments. I juggled responsibilities, prioritizing others' needs over mine, a trait recognized by few. Marina, my daughter, an advocate for mental health, noticed anomalies in my health data, urging me to seek medical attention. Last year, my heart stopped for 13 minutes, coinciding with a nightmare during a class. Subsequently, I lost my ability to dream vividly, leading to hospitalization. The loss of purpose and influence weighed heavily, a profound setback.
0141: Leaving Virginia for Key West, I hastily set my forwarding address post-move. However, my daughter's letter, a crucial update on her health, vanished amid mail theft during the pandemic. It was a time when relief checks and vital correspondence disappeared. Despite these challenges, I found solace near a chicken nest and a peculiar flower by a power plant. Amidst numerology studies and aspirations of space exploration, I navigated sweltering conditions and power outages. Yet, in adversity, I found purpose: serving my community and nurturing my daughter's curiosity, epitomizing resilience and camaraderie, even in the face of personal trials.
