Just gearin' up for another day. Think we'll do a bit of organizing, a bit of level design, bit of ability adjusting. Think we'll get back to doing dailies.

You know, it just struck me. Our health is good, just got some reps in, got some sleep, about to have some caffeine. We're pumped to get back to work and pound our face against the keyboard. There's a feint ember of hope the future won't be more petulant horse shit rekindling.

Life isn't perfect, it never will be. But in this moment, everything is ok. And it's been a long time since it's felt that way. Grateful to be working on the game and making progress one inch at a time. 

The future may hold terrible failures or terrible successes, but right now that doesn't matter.

We so rarely take a moment to appreciate being in the trenches, to be fighting for our life, to be fighting to make a difference. It's so easy to wallow in the unfairness of things, so easy to bitch and moan. We fixate on some intangible future while the days of salt, piss, and vinegar pass us by. We wait for some outside acceptance by the mad machines to validate our little blink of existence.

The real gamedev happens while we're pissing our life away fixing silly little bugs night after night. 

Gonna be a good day of dev, and that's rare and precious, despite what the endless drones happen to think today.

Gonna go get some tea ready, load up some hot jams, and get back to fightin' the good fight... or was bad? Who gives a shit, time to get ta work