Sevgilim and I have set our direction into the one of space.
There is no better job than mine and our hustle helps.
There is nothing else that is a concern.
The way one concisely lives their life is enough to start a pull from the mass.
It is truly interesting how even now I am found in the same fight, different environment as the daily blog entries.
Last night Segilim once again exerted authority over our financial decisions.
I thanked her for doing it.
I have always had a dislike for money and things but my likes are irrelevant.
Her likes are my likes and the direction she wants to go is good too.
What ever she chooses will be given.
She is a goddess, so I must give her her heaven while she is here interacting.
Now she is sleeping upstairs in our becoming nosier by the minute neighborhood.
We have been partaking in Ramadan together.
I have to extend it for 122 days.
Around five PM she tells me I get hangry and after eight, I am a full happy child.
All modes of transportation must be minus load noise.
I am still shaking my head as I worry all the noise will wake her up.
But she sleeps through it and I am irritated for nothing but my biases.
If it does not bother her, it should not bother me.
The silver brick is in sight.