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Captain's Blog: Bard Date 3252020

I've begun to settle into some semblance of a routine here at the Home Outpost. In the morning, I wake up and get ready for my day. Usually, I have some sort of brief meeting with Lieutenant Juju, Ensign Cow Bell, or both. These particular officers are always a bright spot in my morning. I'm not sure how well I would handle the quarantine mission were they not a part of it. Luckily, I don't have to find out.

After I attend to business with Lieutenant Juju and Ensign Cow Bell, I report to Admiral Dad. Usually, Admiral Dad has already been up for a few hours. The business he would usually conduct at Starfleet Academy requires his attention from early into the day late into the evening. The same is true for Admiral Marie. I report to Admiral Dad, however, because he has the coffee. I pour myself a cup and join him on the couch to see to my own work.

For now, the load isn't heavy. I was due for a leave of absence this week anyway, so there aren't many people expecting mission reports. My Senior Project, however, is one thing that won't wait until the end of my leave. Yesterday morning, I'm proud to report, I finished another chapter. After I've finished with my Senior Project for the day, I move on to another project of mine, this one personal. More details on that depending on how it progresses.

Once my work is done for the day, usually 1-1 1/2 hours into my morning, I typically boot up the Animal Crossing Holodeck program. Today, I faced a challenging battle simulation with a tarantula. It took the first round, but I won the war. The virtual colony is expanding nicely, with more projects in the Science Outpost every day and the Merchant's Outpost officially up and running. It seems like more of my friends will be joining the program sooner rather than later, an addition I look forward to.

Between all of this are meals and conversations with the Admirals, other little projects and diversions and, contact with the crew. I think it's safe to say at this point that people are adjusting. There are still struggles, of course, but the important thing is that our community was separated, not broken. We don't face this alone, and so we can face this.

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