Day 171

Everything that can be counted does not necessarily count; everything that counts cannot necessarily be counted. Albert Einstein.

I'm not completely sure why I thought of that today, it may have been upon waking and finding Sam still there tidying. It may have been when I saw the Rani and I gripped my gun tighter. It may have been when I remembered the gate. Or when I thought about my life and what I promise to do everyday: Make one more.

I've found the past few days I have been turning my phone on and checking it. Signal is still just about there. No new emails. No facebook updates. Not even any junk mail. Does the Apocalypse really mean no more 'Free V!agra here!1' and chances to transfer money for some Albanian Prince to his long lost obscure family member?

Most importantly. No missed calls. No texts waiting. No one left, at least none who think to contact me. My last text was the 1st September 2010. Did this happen so fast that no one had chances to say goodbye? Nostalgia is bad for the heart, even if it is good for the soul.

At the same time I just can't give up that last little bit of hope. There could be someone else out there. Someone from an ironically worse time that was filled with people I cared about.

As you can tell, nothing significant actually happened today.

I hope you make another day