Exacerbating the Nonsense

Wait for the coincidence to happen seems the soundest advice, in this world of madness and tears. I confess it has been a bit of a hard thud in returning, though not unexpected. NYC shortly, and the fun of another plane ride and stroll through the village will be liberating. Longer term though, I still see no more needs than this simple window and the dreams of the road. Where no one else's work gets done but thine own. That dream was lived once, so why not again? With Spanish consumption and the penning of a course and novel in the interim.

Pourquoi pas indeed. Do it, and do it, and do it, and do it again. As they sing.