A guard guarding a guard

Written last night:

Dear Friends
Happy New Year!

Today I was tired, like lots of people (maybe you?!) ... End of holiday ... back to routine…

Before, I would have said routine is boring, but now I realize I am lucky to have one. It has taken a while, and is still by no means solid!

Not much to say — but here’s an eye-opener that Zing and I ran into at the Arena the other day: It moves, it glides. 

This drone/egghead thing was skimming along in front of the arena, looking weird. 

“What is it?” I asked a guard standing there. 

“A guard,” he said.

“What??”

“It’s new,” he said.

The human guard told me the machine records and reports: what? I’m not sure. But if something bad occurs anywhere in the Arena vicinity, it gets the word out. Action happens.

“What’s its name?” I asked.

“It doesn’t have a name,” he said. “But it’s really nice. You can talk to it. You can say hello and it answers you.”

“It’s after your job,” I said.

The human guard shrugged.

Love,

k