having a ball

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Every morning I go out for a little walk, up here in space. Of course I need to put on a space suit and gravity boots and leave the space station first, but that’s okay. I walk the exact same distance every morning, 4.5 kilometers. There’s a family of Canada geese, or space geese, around here, and sometimes they yell at me to give them food, but mostly they seem to be busy waddling around looking for space bugs or space worms or whatever.

Recently I got this tennis ball:


I take it with me every morning. Sometimes I bounce it off the ground, sometimes I squeeze it lightly between my fingers.

It makes me happy.

I don’t know why.

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