Finally got that archive of my old bird site stuff. So much of it. But I'm occasionally tripping over something that delights me. Such as this thought that came in response to someone wondering if Mecha Pilots experience Mondays the same way most workers do:

Oh hell yes they do. Any job eventually becomes routine. On that 373rd patrol of Enceladus you know there's a quad shot espresso drink in the cup holder, and their favourite mix stick of music in the digi-drive.

Just trying to psych themselves up for another frigid Monday run.

What if you experience that in real time, and that's what you're in right now