192/365 03/02/2026

The war front shambled across the countryside as is following the stumbling journey of some drunkard giant. Here and there the path followed a river line, skirted hills outside a town. But otherwise it undulated from city to town to village to farm, no one knowing where it might stumble next. Groceries were a crap shoot. People went to sleep in one country, woke up in another. And somehow we were expected to show up to work.