146/365 alone on a deserted island

To read the sky everyday, as one would read a newspaper, would be something.  Above the wide expanse of ocean, and tropical land.  My island has many fine fruits, coconut and mango, and the sea is filled with many fish for the choosing.  In my bag is a copy of the I Ching, and I throw the coins every day.  There are animals in the bush, but none choose to harm me.  I make music with my Kalimba, and the birds sing along.
I have wi-fi, and can reach all points of the earth on my trusty tablet. (oh there's electricity, too).  I'm not really alone at all.