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Captain's Blog: Bard Date 3262020

Last night, the cabin fever won. I don't want to be too dramatic about that. What I did last night had always been the plan, was the reason I was growing my hair out, but being stuck inside has sped up the process somewhat. Last night I coerced Admiral Dad into taking clippers to the back of my head and giving me an undercut. It didn't exactly take much coercing. Immediately after taking the first chunk of hair, however, Admiral Dad swore, and I was suddenly very sure my hair was going to get a much more dramatic change than I'd planned.

That wasn't the case, luckily. Admiral Dad simply forgot to put the guard on the clippers, so it's a closer shave than either of us really intended, which is not a big deal at all given that we're going to be stuck on the Home Outpost for at least another month. I'm confident it will look how it was supposed to in about a week or two. Then it's just a question of when I can get my hands on some hair dye...

If I were back at school I wouldn't have any classes today, and it occured to me that it's still technically my Spring Break, so I took a day off from my Senior Project. I expect to get back to it tomorrow. I did, however, continue work on my Secret Project. Hopefully I will be able to update you about that more soon.

There was a bit of unexpected excitement at the Home Outpost today. While the Admirals were in their online meetings, we heard a huge thud. I was the only one downstairs, and it sounded to me like it was coming from the Comms Station, so I headed over to check as Admiral Dad sent a message on our personal communicators asking what was going on. I crept over to the window to discover this bird standing on one leg, wobbling, in a daze:


I believe it was a hawk, but I'm no expert in bird identification, so if anyone knows more than me, please tell us what it was! It flew away just as Admiral Marie came down to investigate, and I'm choosing to believe that means the poor thing recovered.

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