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Cargo ship spotted an unknown distance away. Blocked attempts to communicate. Unclear as to their destination. Did not pursue.
Gas planet Argos within sight. Lunar landing possible, not ideal. If I had the fuel, it’d be a nice vacation spot, but this is no time for breaks.
Food status: Nominal. Should have restocked on T’vulu, but that wasn’t worth the risk. Too many Trackers, and I’ve got too many warrants. Next inhabited planet two weeks out.
Oxygen generator malfunctioned at 0700. Easy fix, just had to replace one of the chips. Need a replacement on the next stop.
Everything else is running as expected, though there’s still that squeaking below my quarters. Nothing concerning.
In unrelated news, I shaved my head. Immediately realized how cold the thermo is set. Don’t know how I forget how much insulation my hair provides every time I grow it out. Maybe I’ll keep it this way.
My skirt ripped while I was doing repairs today. Of course I’m out of thread to fix it. Just my luck.
That’s everything interesting. Signing off for the night.
-L.T