I’m up late, so when it turns early on the 23rd, I’ll post this. On this day in 1960, the bathyscaphe Trieste visited the bottom of the Marianas Trench, and I was born in Lakeland, Florida. Shortly I’ll turn in for the night, and time will slide smoothly by like the dark waters of the Pacific slid past the windows Walsh and Piccard looked through on the way down and back. I’d like to think of the life I’m leading as a continuing voyage of discovery, though many of the discoveries are also dark. My aunt on my mother’s side died earlier this week, and her funeral will be held Monday.
Tomorrow Today is shaping up as a busy day. I have a meeting scheduled to discuss a short-term programming project that will carry me through the end of April, and later in the day an interview for a position that could pick up thereafter. I’m sure that there must be eating establishments in the area that give discounts on birthdays; maybe I’ll see about doing something for a birthday dinner out.
Cheers to all my fellow voyagers. Be prepared to learn something, and perhaps the day will surprise you.