I’d like to be able to say that there are relaxing oceans on Mars, but to tell you the truth, I’m just not certain. There is so much more to explore, and melt. But right now, I’m about to find a delightful deck chair, a tuna martini, and a couple of cubist friends with whom to jibber-jabber until the stars emerge. Goodnight.
Here on Mars, it can be difficult to find a comfortable chair, or even a packet of chips to eat while sitting in the comfortable chair that’s hard to find. There’s little else to do as we wait for the potato crop to come in (though it may not since we haven’t bothered to plant it yet, too busy sitting in the non-existent chair). Things are going off the rails here, so I’m off to see my good friend, the Mobile Psycatrist (watch out for her in future instalments from the fourth rock).