General’s Log, Hair Date 78370:
Qapla'! qo'vaD Huch je! HurDaq vagh jajmey vItlhutlhpu' mIw wIvqa' Qul, 'ach jIyaj qachmeyDaq qeylIS lo'na' jIyIn, jIbejpu' vaj bIQ'a' batlh DuQ. 4.5929e-12 He' wa' tera' Hol!
Apologies! I sometimes slip into Klingonese without realizing it. YItlhutlh!
My previous entries have been shadowed by a somber, solitary tone, shaped by the trials and tribulations that have marked my journey thus far. However, this log will be different. In two days, the people of Memphis Prime will gather to celebrate a cherished annual tradition—a time for joy, unity, and gratitude. It is the Giving of Thanks, or Thanksgiving, as it is known on many worlds.
In the spirit of this occasion, I, too, will pause to reflect. I give thanks for the strength that has carried me through the past 57 days of this voyage, and for the determination that will guide me through the remaining 193. The challenges have been great, but I am not without my allies—whether in the form of trusted companions, technology, or the unwavering resilience of the human spirit.
Negativity, I bid you farewell. From this point forward, I will embrace gratitude and optimism as my guiding forces.
Homo ludens of Memphis Prime: Gratitude to you, noble beings, for providing this aging Starfleet officer a reason to rise from his quarters each morning and engage in the most human of rituals—exercise.
Donors and Pledgers: Your support propels this journey forward. Without your contributions, this endeavor might devolve into…an illogical pursuit of joy and health. Perish the thought.
Macroblade-110 3W: My stalwart starship, you carry me through the cosmos with grace and precision. May your bearings never falter.
Powerslide Torrent 110mm 84A-70A Rotational Discs: You are the deflector shields of this voyage, ensuring even the treacherous wet terrain bends to our will. Engage!
Homeowner Associations: Thank you for engineering wormholes smoother than the scarred and pitted corridors maintained by the Federation of Memphis Prime.
Southerners of Memphis Prime: Your wide-eyed stares as I traverse your sector on rollerblades suggest you perceive me as an extraterrestrial. Your curiosity is noted and appreciated.
My Smokin’ Hot Wife: Commander of my heart, you continue to inspire awe in ways the cosmos never could. You are, as the humans say, out of this world.
As I navigate through the celestial ebb and flow of the seasons, I find myself facing a unique set of challenges. The remnants of the All Hallows' Eve bounty, the soon-to-be indulgent feast of the Giving of Thanks, and the impending caloric onslaught of the Day of St. Nicholas will no doubt present obstacles never before encountered in my journey—namely, the potential for an expanding waistline. However, for this week, I choose to focus not on the trials ahead, but on the privilege of service.
I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to serve the greater Memphis Prime hockey community. In this moment, I am reminded that my role here is not just about personal gain, but about contributing to something larger than myself.
Turcia diem!
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